Some whispers,
Not a warning but scary ones,
The morning rhymes,
or evening prayers,
but the sun was on the edge,
and I could feel "The end..."

Some yelling around,
on running street dogs,
it was all a hint of something,
the ashes of sunlight get'in slower,
taken over by echoes of wind,
and I could feel "The end..."

Everything disappearing,
Slowly and steadily,
I could hear the echoes of RBC,
carrying some left droplets of my blood,
With my eyes dropping, I was feeling numb...


At a sudden, a loud ringtone,
With your dimple lit up my screen,
and the surroundings were as it is,
and I thought HOW, again n again,
"It was never me, struggling to survive,
Always, this was your smile, keeping me alive"