There is peace everywhere; I am out in the sun
I lost my guide, look where are you going, I am stuck inside a shop.
Travelling between manzil and destination, you ask me, where do I find sunshine?
I am scared when you try to cross Rashbehari Avenue or Liberty
Too many words, fears, desires, anxieties, craving, expectations, deaths and broken hearts went down the spine.
The turbine crafts stories out of wind.
I am trying to swim in the waters called you.
You and I are lost in the game we played.
