Always Around You..

A freezing dawn of January,

Mystique mist covering the itinerary,

Chilling air reaching inside the cloths,

And then I heard soft whispers,

Saying “Don't go back to sleep”

I thought it’s an illusion,

And it’s only my mind’s creation,

But I heard it again,

Now in a familiar voice,

Saying “Don't go back to sleep”




It kept saying the mystique,

After a while my tears roll down,