Promises can't be broken 

What's true, remains the same 

Two lovely birds, circling the sky 

Only their shadows can be seen 

 

I shall follow my heartbeat 

No one knows where it takes me 

In every rhythmic move it calls 

The name of the companion shadow all along 

 

No blame game to play 

Nothing of accusations to say 

Only a blind trust that stays 

For the shadows within the very space 

 

It hurts, it sure does 

With every passing moment 

Everything crumbles and shatters 

When hope is nothing but a shadow 

 

When drowing in the sorrows of pain 

It was only the shadows whispering my name 

A hug that was gone in the dark, 

As shadows don't appear in darkest hour 

 

When will the shadows become tangible

When will whispers become words audible 

When will Others become obsolete devices 

And shadows become a hugging reality divine 

 

O the shadows of the lovely days 

At night they disappear 

Only to reappear with sunrays 

Creating a passionate love for another day 

 

Promises are strong rope 

Holding the myths of love with reality of only shadows  

What remains is strangers voices to know 

Trying to weave a bond which changes in a go 

 

Like the musical strings it's lasting 

Sometimes it's a guitar, a piano, a fluet or gramophone 

The music keeps changing 

I just learn to live with these strangest things 

 

O the promises made, unbroken 

The music that pleases your heart, mind and soul 

I shall keep playing for you alone till I'm alive 

Singing songs of love and romance to entice