Day, surprise me
coz it's the night I grow old with
the lullabies that puts that sweet child to slumber
reminds me of my endless sleepless nights
And the Jagjit Singh songs that float through my ventilators
breaking the silence of the dead night,
reminds me of the whispers that resonated in my corridors since ages
The old owls sits on the perch and peers through the broken window
they have been my only friends, once again a reminder of the cycle of age
They say love is ageless but I have seen her age and die a cold death,
colder than the night that greets me every season,
ya, day surprise me
coz it's the night I grow old with.