@RAJAT

Sitting in the realms of the dead,
unfolding its scent when ever the door opens...
Sitting up from a dream when you find the rustic leaves,
You always thought its over and i asked you to wait,
When the winds carried us along to the hell of times,
I culdn't wait to be born kicking on the sides,
I dont think the world will understand as am imbecile....

The red door has been opened and it has been painted black....
The mist is heaving us but still the remarks stand,
I dont curse the lord coz i am still afraid,
the things which happened were for us to say....

The devil stood with us all the time,
Its surreal morning or its still the volcano's time,
Lost in space or lost in time as it always happens....
behold my hand and trust me, it will pass away,
as I am down,
Digging through my old muscles, still looking for a clue....

U made it dude....trust me no one culd be more happy than i am....
Love ya buddy!