On silent streets of unknown cities
Part of my soul wanders aimlessly.
Little bit in coffee shops and library,
Little more on lanes of forgotten memory.
Turning pages, skipping line after line
Attempting to run ahead of time,
Unloving myself in bits and pieces,
Blindfolded, I travelled in between creases.
Now that I'm homesick, I miss the rain.
Wanna forgive for embracing people in vain.
Heedless to time, pleasure and pain,
Dear me, I wanna love you again.
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