Winds of passion, winds of emotions,
Caress my hair like a mother would.
I feel blessed; the smell of mud takes me down the memory lane.
Nothing could bother, nothing makes me sad,
And the whirlwind of dreams comes upon me
From the grey sky. My world gets better.
I'm lost for words, I've lost my way,
Possession of her things takes me away
To somewhere called a distant place,
With no landmarks, heavenly embrace
And I breathe as I watch the miracle,
I live for the first time, free from worldly shackles
To dwell in my passions, dwell in reveries,
And with a hand beside me, I'm doing it all at ease.