http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJWsrqN5TFI
Sometimes the dusk smells like the past that cannot be brought back,
Of a breeze that ruffled your hair and ravaged your heart
After it had a frolicking intercourse with the early monsoon rain.
Sometimes the dusk sounds like the melody you have been waiting for
But never heard;
The tune you continue to look for among all the din of a city in a hurry to go nowhere.
Sometimes the dusk looks like the face that came in your dreams
In a room lit by oil lamps, in a land not very far from your heart,but
Hundred years ago.
Then you realize you haven’t been watching dusk for a very very long time,
And you don’t know if that absence preserved your sanity
Or just left you desolate in an insane world.
