From being a cool stimulus omnipresent It now wanders with the flow of current. A era comprising of long lasting enthusiasm The days being longer and so were the nights Vibrant and gay thoughts of superstitious next Glancing occasionally into the world of hypothesis. No subconscious, no hour glass, no boundaries All that mattered the most is now scattered A horn, a whistle and a code is all it took And now a mail, a call and a fall still insuffecient. As a plague we gathered each day in no expectation Music, masti and madness in all our conversations The wind has changed its course though now Materialistic, money and marriage is all that remains. Now that the wind has changed its course A desire remains in all hope, faith and prayers The moments we enjoyed the most in humor are the moments we cherish the most in happiness and sadness.