June Monsoon
Yellow lights surround me, it's like sepia mode There are people, several I don't know There are kurtas and sarees, and a node My parents are there and one guy who wants to sow. I see his eyes, they speak about his dreams But do they follow my eyes? On the red tinder Not blinking and ready for water streams Black kajal beneath them and ample sore. My future is on the left, and past somewhere outside It has been so easy till now, to let everything go His mistakes and his flaws, my life had become cyanide His arrows on my heart and his tobacco. Why do I feel today, such difference? I should be at peace and the future I had chosen I can not find the answers, the vociferous heart aches, my head is frozen The fire burns in my heart, with my his pyre What have you done to me Baby.....what have I done?