Somedays,I just stand watching the clicking of clock,
The rising sun and setting sun,the shinning moon,waning..
The eyes of love, burning with hatred,or the eyes of hatred burning with love..
Peculiar sense of rhythms,weird sense of dances..
Where neither the rhythm matches,nor the music..
Where neither life lives nor death dies..
It's just a weird taste,as if all the bitter,sweet and sour memories have been mixed.
As if I donot know anymore,where to go..
What is the direction of my heart..
Where does the voice I keep hearing comes from?
Who is out there,who can hear me,broken yet still calling..
Who is out there,who holds light,
To keep the road warm,if I ever get lost..
It's just days..
Wondering about the moments,
As if life is just days..
Is it not?
