Nightmare Of A Summer Painter!
He was afraid
The pitch was going to be drained
Where time became irrelevant,
Vision had lost its lifetime fuel,
Lyrics of the prime song became insignificant
Bounded by explicit or maybe, implicit rule
The summer painter wondered all night
Thinking about the winter road,
Discoloring the substantial amount of ride
Just to sleep in the dream store
What to catch, where to hide
Struggling with overflow of ideas at the universe core!
Bring the Good Old Days
Oh I am sorry!
Did I just open the wrong window?
You see the climate outside is soothing
One should be happy
Coz I didn’t follow tech-shadow;
The keyboard is covered on dust
And the freaking mouse did poop on it
It was long time ago
I maintained a folder with lots of paper
I had written all the chords on it
The memoirs could be shinier
If this photo album would become alive
The experience what I missed till now
Who will return those illustrious days
Oh the connectivity is high but the relationship died!
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