sreerag jayan

Is There Any Life In Me

Through the rivers, rills and runlets I wandered
Where were you all these days I wondered
I am not the lass you saw last winter
Crashed and confused amidst the sea like a lonely traveler.

It was on winter we met last
Lots of time lots of emotions we past
Where were you all these days I wondered
I lost the grip, my farm collapsed.

Still I love you my dear
You are my soul, I swear
Last Christmas I lost my way
Somewhere in the dirty tricks for money.

Caparisoned with the cadence of beauty
Imbued with plumes of serenity
Feels morbid without ...