Orsay

The clock moves, the footsteps move
The staircases evolve into something new
And I sit alone, wondering in my room
Is this a reality or a fantasy happening too soon?

The green is yellow, the lakes are shallow
Princess shines in her prince's glow
Days go by, in their prime, into tomorrows
In my dungeon, I paint the colours of life and sorrow.

The bell goes down, far far down in downtown
A fantasy novel fills its pages through smiles of a clown.

Jeena yaahan marna yaahan, iske sivaah jaana kahan?

Paris