Free falling in our days/ fortunes and misfortunes/ bring the vibes/ make your mind/ take a leap of faith , exhale and run again.
You pick the cool air / With your toes curling tight / You scratch the sheets raw / And your cheeks as you bite // Where do you exhale……what do you do?
I wonder where it came from
The plucking of that wretched tug
I wish we’d strung on tighter
Forgetting not, that it was more than just a hug
बेमौसम ही बर्सात हुइ जब
बेमौसम बून्दे चख ली शायद
कि बेमौसम रुख़ मुड़ता गया
न जाना मैने कब वक्त बढ़ता गया
I see you on and off,
Your bipolar nature
Makes me want to lock you up in a loft.
When your legs don’t work like they used to before
And neither do your hands
You’re slumped against a wall
Tired of things you don’t understand