Beneath the dark sky
on a starless night,
The curious moon
sings a lullaby;
Wind kisses the
face, reckless in the fortnight.
Standing there with
the guilts, lies and regrets,
In the solitude that
spoke a thousand words;
Those tears which
melted the ice, reckless in the fortnight.
In the midst of
reality, shattered dreams and betrayals,
Beliefs and burning
desires standstill;
Wishful dreams, love
and happiness still blossom, reckless in fortnight.
The shattered soul
waits for dear ones,
Too much to say but
hope is thin;
The thorns hurt but
roses still spring, reckless in the fortnight.
