Lost in my thoughts
thinking about you,
displaying sign of SOS
waiting for the rescue.
Why am I so restless
churning up and down,
something vital is lost
so precious like a crown.
Have you stolen the colours
of rain clouds on the fly,
or the glow of the morning sun
rising up in the sky.
The spring flowers
are looking for their colours,
and the butterflies too now
searching them for hours.
And I keep waiting for you
my heart misses a beat,
as the heart sinks deep
seems like there is no treat.
The thin thread of hope
how long will take so much load
on which the life is hanging
is one of the blessings of God.