In the vanity of wishes you are the finest piece of art.

Breaking into my house of forgotten shadows, you accepted the broken heart.

In the vast sanity of Marine Drive, you are the mark of the sea,

In the long drive of Mysuru, you are a date over a cup of tea.

In a dizzy day of a tizzy mind, you are the vicious tranquilizer,

And again, in the stormy woods you are the lost fragrance of the breezy air.

In a heart of junk desires, you are my part of self-diligence;

Delving into the blue ocean, you are the wave of magnificence.

Despite the vehemence against the fleeting moments, you’ve become a lifetime,

It is that time of the year, a soul chooses to vanish every other time.

In my wild imagination if you watch me there to fly high;

In the world of our own, you are my celestial coral of 3rd July!