Dark is this town these days
Where I once had my abode
There is a lot of water
Under the bridge where there used to be
A thriving town with myriad secrets
Myths collided with reality
And created a rainbow of dreams
We had kitchen and an Irish table
A room which was meant for siestas
A coffeehouse where connoisseurs’
Of tea and of coffee used to frequent
And used to have debates
On things which are of no import
But which do provide all the fun
Mindless chatter, thousands of topics
And a set of clueless audience
And who favors their own favorites
Across day to day differences
Where people used to find harmony
But the words have become shadows
The thin line between the dream and the myth
No longer resides these days
And perhaps you will now walk away
Without me knowing where or how to follow
