The wind has changed its course
Adapting to the necessity of ambience
From being a cool stimulus omnipresent
It now wanders with the flow of current.
A era comprising of long lasting enthusiasm
The days being longer and so were the nights
Vibrant and gay thoughts of superstitious next
Glancing occasionally into the world of hypothesis.
No subconscious, no hour glass, no boundaries
All that mattered the most is now scattered
A horn, a whistle and a code is all it took
And now a mail, a call and a fall still insuffecient.
As a plague we gathered each day in no expectation
Music, masti and madness in all our conversations
The wind has changed its course though now
Materialistic, money and marriage is all that remains.
Now that the wind has changed its course
A desire remains in all hope, faith and prayers
The moments we enjoyed the most in humor
are the moments we cherish the most in happiness and sadness.