Neon Lights- to Prajakta

The flashes of life, that I see.

Those glimpses, surrounded by a halo of chic.

Embodied by you, made up into a face, paint and all.

The rouge, the shadow and lines, of a doll, ready for fun.

Out of your mouth, with every kiss, I yearn, to suck at the lights, take in.

Red and blue, flashing and gay, you tell of past misery, I hear a past restrained.

Red and blue, flashing and gay, the wings of a moth, I yearn to fly.

Lead me into the neon boulevard. I yearn to live your life.

I yearn for the red and blue.