I sit in the balcony,
Taking the summer's blaze,
Strike me did melancholy,
And a restless haze.
Cool winds carry me by,
Amidst thoughts that froze my emotions for the while,
Neither blissful joy nor a subtle cry,
Were near me, not for another mile.
Why do these winds take me back,
To the Scary past, I wish to leave,
And stay back with my fate's track,
Where it is joy and merry which I receive.
Perhaps it brings the best for both,
Or it's a figment of my imagination,
It may be a place I loathe,
But after all, that was the start of creation.
--- Simran Venkatraman
Created: Apr 08, 2012simran.venki Document Media