When Life's At A Standstill
Its like, even without its presence, you smell the fragrance of a rose,
Which emerges from the crumpled pages of life which has lost its prose,
Its like, even without being there, you hear the gentle rise and fall of the sea waves,
And every serpent wave resembles a calm music straight from the life's dark caves,
Its like, without a kaliedoscope, every broken bangle form attractive shapes,
And remind us about every separated friend, rewinding life's old magnetic tapes,
Its like, without being in love, you get goosebumps cherishing your first date,
And the warmth and intensity respects that very part of your fate..