.Blues of Hints.
This is getting intense now,
I can't see the way out.
Miniscule hints are not letting me stir.
We are swimming in the blues of hints now,
With no way to efface the reality.
That we both are,
To ponder and work these hints out.
Let's stop swimming in the middle.
'cause your hints won't stop,
And I won't decipher them as long.
So let's give up swimming in the restlessness,
And let ourselves,
Hand in hand,
Heart in heart.
Till the bottom,
Where we can stir,
And give up on swimming.
So as to steal time,
To understand your whispers,
In my ears,
Like hints in the blues.
There at the bottom I will surely decipher your hints, you have been expressing timidly. Let's give up swimming and let's drown till the bottom to hear your whispers and your long forgotten hints...