A warm cup of coffee,
A cloudy grey sky,
And a hazy reflection of the sun
On the surface of a pond
Near my house full of pink wishes...
These are all here in my mind,
Beyond this lifetime,
Just to keep my purple heart beating.

A thousand years old book of fiction,
A broken black violin,
And a forgotten composition, written
On a crumbled, torn paper
Of an unclaimed diary full of yellow words...
These are all I have,
As my only wealth,
Just to keep them safe in my purple embrace.

Everytime when monsoon comes
At the abundant railway station
Of the darkest corner of my soul,
It's the colour purple that becomes
More and more prominent
After each rainfall.