at the stroke of midnight the light filters in still asleep stepping on one, two many things stumbling and cursing i make my way out i try to make my way

stuck inside inside this shell i long to break out away from all this mundane life i wish to break free of this boring routine materialistic ambitions galore swimming against a tide (that we call

walking barefoot in this sweltering heat i am searching for a place i was searching for nothing when you came in on a sunday morning coffee in one hand newspaper

its the same thing everyday be it day be it night i am under constant surveillance from people known to that stranger on the road the world keeps an tab

for a long time from the day we met i was in love i was in seventh heaven truly, madly, deeply Days go by still i think of you (still i was

a thousand masks across the world separated by time separated by distance live the same life as you want them to monday to sunday morning to evening

Sun – the ultimate torch shining down on all lighting up them all everything is alive everyone is buzzing/active eyes all around ears everywhere i

everyday its the same old story a single face a single identity life is a boring chore life is a daily routine life goes on rudderless life goes on emotionless

ups and downs twists and turns mystery through out life goes on life goes on unknown to many boring to some joyride to few misery to others

As i lay on the bed when the clock struck midnight you come to me just like the first time when two became one you stand by the side waiting patiently

on a cold winter morning i saw you looking at me a stranger to many known to none i stood there perplexed, confused surprised i walked

sitting in the corner of the park with the dark skies near the horizon i was waiting for the torrential downpour i waited patiently for the dark clouds to open up and drive away my other