It’s an October morning,
As Eyes open, I’m out of the future and
Into an old comforting friend,
Wrapped, in a cocoon.
The air is scented, so fresh,
I could be on a holiday!
It’s all Making me believe,
In Past troubles as bad dreams,
In a new start as it’s long enough osmosis.
So I go out and try to befriend sun again,
We talked, about his wrath, his absence
And I understood, in the end, he meant well.
It’s october, it feels different.

Now, it's october afternoon,
I regret my tryst with that polarized person,
Making me use polarized glasses,
Even after our promises!
Shall I held on to mine?
Maybe,
I still have some old friends
whom I met and traveled with all this time,
Some spirals away, around this time.
They have taken me this far,
It could be good to have some more now,
As I still have a long way to go.
Searching for my nemesis band partner,
Clouds, I looked out,
maybe it'll know about betrayal.
But, I couldn't find any,
Sky, another partner, was there,
Draping itself in new color,
wonderful bright blue of solitude,
So I decide, let's hold on a little while,
As, I might also need a change,
of partner, a color.
It's October, it feels different.

It’s october evening now,
The morning talks seems alright again,
My new friend is sending orange rays my way,
I like this disco,
All things changing shades, talking,
Telling about their days struggle.
As the calm settles, I began to meander,
In the treacherous past and faithful future.
Suddenly, My buddy started to bid goodbye,
A little early than usual,
So I watched him go,
He seemed to say something in the end,
Maybe, just reminding me of my wonderful present.
Maybe, I will stay here a little more.
It’s October, it feels different,
It feels good.