I was sitting by the window looking out
A day passed by, a night, and a year.
I remember not, if it was a year or a lifetime,
I remember not, if I blinked my eye or gasped for breath.
Many a times, I chase the sunlight,
Many a times, there is great comfort in darkness.
The corner of my mind, reaches out to places known,
The deepest thoughts in my heart time travels to the wide
world behind.
As I looked out of the window I wondered if being in
yesterday can define my tomorrow,
As I looked within, I wondered if saying goodbyes can define a better day after.
I was sitting by the window looking out
The dusk told its story and the birds flying by, told theirs.
I remember not if I promised to not look behind
I remember not if I smiled or cried.
But I remember that the sky was red and full of love,
I remember that the breeze sang a song and the moon too was bright. 