Insane

I must be insane,
To think of you as a lover,
The buzz around me said,
I must be insane I thought to myself,
Insane then be it.

It must be cold,
In those far fetched hills,
It must be chilly,
In the morning dew,


I must be insane,
To think of you,
All this while,
On this mountain top,
I must be insane I thought to myself,
Insane then be it.

It must be heavy,
The lofty luggage,
It must be rough,
In the dusty roads,
I must be insane,
To think of you,
All this while,
On this railway station,
I must be insane I thought to myself,
Insane then be it.

What is that life,
Which must be lived without pain?
What is that life,
Which must be lived without love?
What is that life,
Which must be lived without felt?
What is life,
If not insane?

Yes I am not sane, so are you......on this bumpy road-would it very hard to hold my hand someday