FOR SIMRAN:

IT'S NIGHT, MIDNIGHT OUTSIDE MY WINDOW
DARK, LONG AND COLD.
NIGHTS ARE DIM DUE TO FOG
INSIDE MY ROOM, THERE ARE BOOKS OF POETRY ON THE TABLE
ON THE OTHER CORNER OF THE TABLE ISA CUP OF HOT TEA.
I'M WATCHING CELINE DION'S SONG "MY HEART'.
YOUR LETTERS ARE IN MY HANDS.
I SEE YOUR PICTURE IN THE FLAME OF BURNING WOOD
I AM TRYING TO SEE INTO YOUR BLUE EYES
DEEP INSIDE TO DISCOVER A NEW WORLD.
THEN I SEE THE EMPTY CHAIR AND BED.
I OPEN THE WINDOW AND A COLD WAVE OF WIND ENTERS INSIDE MY BODY.
BUT YOU ARE NOT THERE.
SUDDENLY I FEEL MYSELF TIRED AND ISOLATED.
I MISS YOU VERY MUCH.
WHERE ARE YOU
IT'S RAINING ON THE ROOF, AND I SEE YOUR DREAMS.
SNOW IS FALLING ON THE HILLS, AND I SEE YOUR DREAMS.
BIRDS ARE SINGING ON THE TREES, AND I SEE YOUR DREAMS.
LEAFS IN THE GARDEN ARE SHINING, AND I SEE YOUR DREAMS.
THIS IS LOVE!! OTHERWISE WHY EVERY TIME I SEE YOUR DREAMS.
LONELINESS
OH MY HEART, NOBODY IS AT THE DOOR
THERE WILL BE A PASSENGER, WHO WILL GO AWAY
NIGHT HAS GONE, GALAXY OF STARS HAS BEEN SHATTERED
CANDLE'S LIGHTS ARE ABOUT TO FINISH
EVERY ROADWAY SLEEPS AFTER LONG WAIT
STRANGER WIND HAS ERASED THE MARKS OF FOOT STEPS IN THE DUST
TURN OFF THE LIGHTS
BRING A GLASS AND BOTTLE OF WINE
LOCK THE DREAMLESS DOORS
BECAUSE NOBODY WILL COME HERE NOW
NOBODY WILL COME HERE.