Soft, summer winds leave me isolated
trapped between ebony nights, balmy days...
If there is one thing i know,
is that I am true to myself...
Caring enough to take risks
Owning your own destiny...
Thoughts fall like leaves,
rot like fruits without teeth...
Sometimes you have to
come out and deliver...
In a world so shy and blue
round about no flat we go...
Wise is the man
who gives from the heart...
Why give up something that
always mattered to you...
Gazing at the mirror observing what I see,
all might not be perfect, but it all belongs to...
Am the last cigarette in your
pocket...
My word is not reaching to you
It's getting feeble by your laughter & cheers...
She was not mine to love
and still I would give...