I am lost these days; don’t know what happened to me mate,
I have no idea how I landed in this state.
Each flower has withered, leaving just an imprint in my memory,
Each sand house I made has been washed away by the envious sea.
Each thought of mine is a murky cloud,
Each dream has now been washed out.
My path used to be bright with twinkling stars,
Had my way laid with delicate flowers.
Which star should I reach to now, which flower should I pick
All have left me; there are only thorns that prick.
Why have all my dreams got lost
Why do I have to smile at such a painful cost?
What should I tell you why my heart aches so much,
There’s no shoulder to lay my head on, there’s no hand to touch.
Talks that touched my heart don’t exist anymore,
My days are sad; my nights are peaceful no more.
Now past days seem to be a faded reality
My present is full of sorrow, future is void of clarity.