While comes the charming refreshing Voice -
As a Painter deep in the eyes
I stay painting myriads of drops of memories
That go vanished in the mist of shaded sky
As a spurting bubble, outlook lethargic to the world.

While comes the charming refreshing voice -
As a dreamer deep in the eyes
I stay fantasizing the droplets
Healing the wounds of parched land
Bits and pieces of realities in parched illusion

While comes the charming refreshing Voice -
As a Unprepared Wanderer for !nverted expectations
Fear for obscure thoughts
Void are my ardent thoughts,
Down I lay as !nverted lantern burning myself.