The song of summer just faded away
I knew hardly when the monsoon came
Little did I know
I was drenched in its rain.
Only when the drops evaporated
I realized I have just been waiting
For what I still do not see clear enough
Neither do I know where to go
Its frost and chilly outside my door
Having hardly any wood to burn
I snuggle in my little blanket of thoughts
That I have woven
With timeless times of thinking through
And now I know
There is nothing new.
When was the day that I looked back?
So engrossed I have been
Dealing with the entire world’s crap.
And now that I see
There is nothing to be seen.
Not a shadow
Not a light
Not even my own being.
Was it so long that I stopped to think
Having hardly a moment to even blink.
Its endless heaps of crowded thoughts
Those have just been cluttering up my room.
And now I am tired of the season’s change,
It never wants to stay the same.
It wants to change
And says that’s nature’s way.
So why have I kept myself so bunged,
Why am I not open to boom?
Oh! Well… its time for summer to come
And bathe me in the shining sun.
And bring with it promises
Of seasons that follow.
And fill with love and beauty
I sing again the song of summer,
Waiting for it to bring something new.