You the soul,
Keeps running from light to dark to light
In the timeless abyss and call it million decades,
Not aware why.
Ah from semen to supreme,
Sex to sidh,
Tiresome and still running,
Call it life or not,
All these are merely,
For you don't need to be the part of his tandav
Nor he is willing in that,
Just sit and bloom,
Just sit and bloom,
Rest of all is utterly waste.
Keeps running from light to dark to light
In the timeless abyss and call it million decades,
Not aware why.
Ah from semen to supreme,
Sex to sidh,
Tiresome and still running,
Call it life or not,
All these are merely,
For you don't need to be the part of his tandav
Nor he is willing in that,
Just sit and bloom,
Just sit and bloom,
Rest of all is utterly waste.