In the Loneliness of the quiet......
I remain enclosed sometimes.......
Hardly noticing the speed of time......
Just freezing to live on my life........
Coughing over the coldness of the world.....
I remember some words untold.......
Sometimes crippled, sometimes rippled.....
And sometimes laziness colliding inside.....
From the windows, I watch.....
The waters falling down in drops.....
Drop by drop each one falls...
And collect on the ground......
This is how day by day.......
Life gathers moments and stays......
Stays in the backyard.....
Backyard of memories.....
Where sometimes I wander restlessly.....
Alone.........
Alone to gather the moments......
That I have lost......
Just like sand.....
They slip out of my hands.....
And I sit in that lonely desert.....
For this mirage to be over......
I see some happiness.....
Far away but beyond reach.....
But I continue to fall.....
And emerge again on my knees.....
Holding on to walk again......
And make my way out of this graveyard......
