We never had a winter like this before The grey sky slept eternally in its horizons And the rusted gates to your home rebelled Being woken suddenly from an ancient slumber The grass around had overgrown Seemed far more white and withered Than its age I look for a tread path familiar to many a season Except this one
The neem tree overlooking your window remains crouched In shame In suffused happiness Many years back in a season lined with gold You had asked me In an eye Witnessed only by the Neem tree and I had said yes Many years back in a season lined with gold You and I had ruled the storm and a stupor of many a surroundings Many years ago in a season lined with gold You and I had held eternity in our hands knowing time remains unburied here Many years ago in a season lined with gold We knew we are one with everything that is here And the sky would live up to its promises
Today it is only a shadow of a once long talk That has dared to stay so long Of doubts and a crowd of thunderous clouds Replete with all its tales Waiting And a faraway railway line looking whiter than before On which a memory train no longer Rushes by
