Sleepless city eyes the clock On the deck of care Somewhere in the mundane fair Memories that we walk And crowded streets silently talk All the way back home Where the heart gets the throne Keeping comfort in stock Each day ends only to begin Saying Turn Again Turn Again!
Traveller's soul wandering and confined Manages to get hold Of a cacophonic mind, Almost! Out of control. Conditioned to commanding rules And demanding schedules Coming to halt With the so called, new normal Walking wall to wall Is it staycation or quarantine? The mind goes back in time. Cutting through the hills In the smoky diesel gush Whistling train starts to rush Till the day turns cold, Wish! That good world never turned old.
Half out and half lost, Its faster than I thought Flying over full stops. Before every pen drop There is a page break Changing the paragraph. And the story is laid Walking word to word; Everything done and said Your silence is like The unexplained exclamation marks!
Missing you again Singing your favourite song Watching those streets disappear That you and I walked on. Nothing means more today Like all those yesterday's Lost in crazy talks, for a smile That takes some beautiful mistakes. Just to hear you say Turn Again, Turn Again!