when the mist falls , The waga hill falls asleep , For a while when my mind runs , To connect the echoes of past That's not any more in my reach . Life is a puzzle and a change , But I'm asking some right , To stay some more time near my past , To find some reasons that I failed to find. sometimes to get an answer that I never got , and when yesterdays pull me away , just wanted to stay some more time to see me once more in the same perspective , The me who I was in those long years . To collect some reflects of my smile , To note the way how i worried, To measure the cost of my courage That I given from my own burnt heart. The bicycles and those ice sticks, The shore and those waves that haunted me, The days I tried to speak for my voice, My old way to trust intuitions . The smell of kesari in the last chand raath To pack the moments when I kissed the night jasmine ,and the secrets of the cold breeze that touched me in November . How i can explain, How much the oldness of old days made me addicted to read Most of my old stories . I borrowed a spectacle from my past to read the book called Lifetime , I never got anything else other than the most beautiful word defines as Loses !