Searching for you in my oblivion dream,
For you can’t be found in actuality.
Wake me up when you find a raiment to cover up my wounded soul.
And you know how else do we search for one’s escape from reality?
Heard a Nightingale humming in it’s dulcet voice, 
Or was it just you calling for me from afar. 
Had a little ache on my heart, 
Or was it just your new beloved looking at you, questing for a scar.
Oh, my fancy woman don’t be disheartened,
As I would passionately carry a torch for you,
And your beloved would stay still
For, the moon would adore all the scars that embodies you.

 ~ Anuska Kalita

India