Is it so strange?

To be obsessed with self-love ?

To love nature so much?

To find special always in normal thing?

To sing in Autumn the songs of Spring?

Is it so strange?

To talk to the moon and brightest star?

To feel the chilly winds against cheek ?

To imagine the doomsday?

To always think about God's way?

Is it so strange?

To wake up suddenly with dancing zeal?

To talk to yourself in public?

To feel a sudden moment of Divine bliss?

To want a friend for Happy day's kiss?

Is it so strange?

To walk on the ground bare-feet?

To look in the eyes of sun?

To cry for no reason?

To laugh without any happy season?

Is it so strange?

To hear those cursed invisible cry?

To feel a fear lurking inside heart?

To wake up in the mid-night and pray late?

To dream about love and your soul mate?

Is it so strange?...

It is strange,

And strange so much,

That one lives one life

Yet bears two hearts,

Live at one place at one time,

Yet live in world's two different parts.