Blackeberg, Stockholm Let the light ignite my life, Let the sheen be more rife, Let my boat, be on the bank, Let me set above the rank.
Pune, India Speed of thunder but calmness of rill, Like fear of mighty at the hill. The sugar voice with a bold admiration, The canvas plight with a determined ammunition.
Pune, India Sometimes you can’t the predict the charm, Sometimes you misjudge the warmth, Sometimes you don’t look the mere light from clouds, But always try to heal from the wounds.
Goa, India Sometimes fall are the start of new, Sometimes fall have a different view, Sometimes fall is the shade of all zeal, As it act like a jubilant heal.
Phuket, Thailand Urge into the matter which sleeve, Wish the nature which creed to feel. The blueness all around, Just like healing my wound.