I will meet you yet againHow and where? I know not.Perhaps I will become afigment of your imaginationand maybe, spreading myselfin a mysterious lineon your canvas,I will keep gazing at you.
Perhaps I will become a rayof sunshine, to beembraced by your colours.I will paint myself on your canvasI know not how and where –but I will meet you for sure.
Maybe I will turn into a spring,and rub the foamingdrops of water on your body,and rest my coolness onyour burning chest.I know nothing elsebut that this lifewill walk along with me.
When the body perishes,all perishes;but the threads of memoryare woven with enduring specks.I will pick these particles,weave the threads,and I will meet you yet again.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
MLTR : Out of The Blue ....
I was almost about to lose my faithWas still dreaming but feared it was too late But then you came along to my surpriseand stole my heart before my very eyes Chorus: You took me right out of the bluesimply by showing that you love me tooonly by giving me your everythingwith a love so true you took me out of the blue I was wondering what love was all aboutI was trying but couldn`t work it out But then you came along to my surprise and made my frozen mind come alive Chorus: You took me right out of the bluesimply by showing that you love me too... You let me out of the darknessyou brought me out in the sunI think you must be the only one for me`cos you took me Chorus:Right out of the bluesimply by showing that you love me tooonly by giving me your everythingbreathing air below my wingsYou took me right out of the nightsimply by filling my heart with lightonly by giving me your energywith a love so true you took me out of the blue
Bekhudi: Sweet Unawareness
As I sipped my afternoon cup of Ginger tea how come your face was visible in the cup and the teapot as well also in the face of the chaiwallah and his wife.What hell! ! ! ! am I going nuts or is this the ecstacy of your love These days I seem to be talking with a lot of intimacy with almost anyone I see The cook and his children and the housekeeping guy The cab driver and the night security guard all of them seem to share a resemblance with you what is this maya O Lord my Prabhu every song I listen to takes me to a world of ecstacy and I seem to be travelling from the real to a universe of fancy O friend can I have my heart back please I just rented it to you not permanently but on lease The rains have started to fall and I swear I can see you dancing outside my house can you please not disturb me I need to earn a living I am a poor simple guy dear friend please release my naive heart for your coquettish ways it just cannot fend
As I sipped my afternoon cup of Ginger tea how come your face was visible in the cup and the teapot as well also in the face of the chaiwallah and his wife.What hell! ! ! ! am I going nuts or is this the ecstacy of your love These days I seem to be talking with a lot of intimacy with almost anyone I see The cook and his children and the housekeeping guy The cab driver and the night security guard all of them seem to share a resemblance with you what is this maya O Lord my Prabhu every song I listen to takes me to a world of ecstacy and I seem to be travelling from the real to a universe of fancy O friend can I have my heart back please I just rented it to you not permanently but on lease The rains have started to fall and I swear I can see you dancing outside my house can you please not disturb me I need to earn a living I am a poor simple guy dear friend please release my naive heart for your coquettish ways it just cannot fend
Hey Anjali Its a beautiful morning here in Gurgaon I wish you were here with me to see the rising sun to feel the increasing warmth of the rays run through your body I wanted you to be near me to hear the morning aarti at the nearby temple to seek Almightys blessing for our nascent friendship then children began to leave for school and I wished I could share the innocence and naughtiness on their face with you Also would have loved to shared the refreshing cup of ginger tea at the local chaiwallah better than any you would find in Australia Then as I took my bath in icy cold water I just wanted you to feel the same chill run down your spine would have loved to share with you my breakfast of paranthas and dahi with another piping hot cup of elaichi tea Then as I boarded the cab for office I saw a sadhu singing om namaha shivay and I prayed for your happiness our friendship and your Hindi Sweet college guys and gals wished me goodmorning and I wished I could introduce them to you as my beloved lass and when the class gets dull and boring I remember your Hindi and have a nice smile on my face and now its midday and half my work is done and its a pleaure to have a few minutes to recollect last evening pices of conversation Your erudition and a voice full of love for a lonely spirit like me You will not be there in the evening when I have panipuri at the local chatwallah but ill buy some for you as well and gulp them remembering you so if your mouth starts to get all spicy in the middle of eating your pudding you would know whom to blame for it :)
A thing of beauty is a joy forever ....so said someone and i find on a daily basis how true it is .
Through all the boredome of office and daily chores ...it is beauty sometimes as a setting sun ...or a floating cloud ....or a childs smile ..a the walk of a maiden ...makes me forget my pains only if for a moment ..but in these moments i fel my spirit soaring as if touching eternity ......
Through all the boredome of office and daily chores ...it is beauty sometimes as a setting sun ...or a floating cloud ....or a childs smile ..a the walk of a maiden ...makes me forget my pains only if for a moment ..but in these moments i fel my spirit soaring as if touching eternity ......
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