Mayajaalakavaathil thurakkum..
Memories..ye that open door to the land of fantasyYou are the wizardswhose whisperings are so gentleand whose smile are likeLittle lights that waver in your handsIn those of acts of adoration to me.
When you offer flowers to meWith your hands, fingers painted in Sapphire redIt makes me think about my pastAnd the maiden with me in thatLong past spring of my life time.
When you were offering those tear drops to meSo hot in their debut as gems of stoneIt was my anticipation for loveLong dead and crumbled to earth thatBegan to adorn themselves with new leaves.