There was something very defining about you
You've painted your dreams with your chosen colors
You've that simple craziness that makes you unique
You've that innocuous mischievousness
You're like a snow covered mountain, glowing white
I reveled in your beauty, I know you, you are me.
Not the me existing here and now
Faded like the melting snow
Lapsed in time...
I'm waiting for the December snow again
But this time it isn't snowing
They say that the world has changed
And it's never gonna snow here again.
I talk. I talk to the sea or the mountains or a pillar or a tree but not you Because I've this fear of
being right or wrong, fear of being judged, being labeled. I'd say and
I'd regret, or may be I fear of being misunderstood. No, may be not
being understood at all. May be I told you everything and you loved me
for being me, But then you never wanted me to be me. I need to stay
silent but I crave to speak. No I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to
myself. This is getting oblique, I've to stop. Forget it, it's nothing.