Through the window panes,When the world falls asleep
and the darkness dispense,
through the pinions of ether.
When the blue umbrella stretches,
and the holy light scatters.
I look upto the zenith
and welcomes the unquenchable,
with the bountiful from her vineyard.
When the brook stops her voyage,
and the sea shrugs off her shackles.
when the sinews comes to rescue the thwarted
and When the woods chant melancholy.
I feel my soul loitering in he tranquility
and my mind sifting the impure.
But in the serenity of the cosmos,
In a corner of my heart
I crave for the twilight and the tither
and then with the dawn, i feel cheated.
when i wake from my cherished dream
to another day of my longing,
i feel guilty for my deeds.
Quiver to the truth of my domains
and of the window panes.
again, through the window panes
I look upto the blue umbrella
and wait for the solitude
when the world falls asleep....
