I walked past the coffee shop
And I reached my pocket
Only to find my phone, ringing
It dropped on the ground, and shattered
What followed were painful moments
Of lonely nights and restless fingers
One day a bird showed up, asked me
“Which way the wind blows?” I said,
“It blows where you intend to fly, never stops”
Then, someone woke me up -
I felt disconnected from the ways of life
Was I in a long dream, or awake all the time?
It certainly did not seem either,
I had been mesmerized by the love
Of a lady, magical and distant
Who knew nothing but to stop time
And all that seemed disconnected,
Were in fact doors to her, the one
And such has been my way of life.
