Amidst the grey azure,
Beethoven Symphonies thundering aloud,
I saw my world fumbling over some broken guitar strings...
A sudden cupid breeze,
And there she came....
Walking down those shabby pages of my life....
Thou,
Being the best choir of my Bohemia..
Being the hardest tide on my heart's sand...
Came with the spring blossoming all over..
Me,
Broken by the past scratches ,
Wounded by the coarse ink of destiny,
Again stepped on the mirage of ecstasy...
A heart that still beats..
Smokes out dark fumes of burnt pages..
For thou set them on fire...
Dear Love,
A weak heart calls it The End...
The End of symphonized Hours....
Death seems laughing over life's rooftop...
My Life,
Its over again.....
