You paint my world with colors so bright,
Yet I think this place is not right, oh don’t fight.
I laugh as you worry about love again,
But knowing you my friend, you’ll loose some only to gain.
Let’s leave this home for a place of crystal water,
Ride a storm and row a boat or just sing a song at the alter.
The ships of time will sail always, to a river, I can’t see.
But let’s sway today; coz tomorrow might be the busy bee.
Nodding my head to agree with my folly, I look back with a smile,
How we strolled by the trees, felt the breeze as we walked a mile.
You tripped me, but I know who would not let me take the fall.
Now you need me and I’m not a hill, we have met at a high, that’s all.
The days of glory we celebrate, with a toast not for the mere,
Some left, some fell prey, as the others felt the fear.
But we keep at it with disguise, wise and the crafty lies,
For, every tomorrow is to cherish, and to wait till the moment never dies.
11 comments:
ma heart's bleeding
Somethings are just not spoken enough of... touche..!
P.S.- time and time again.. it just astounds me, the talent in this worthless body of his..
lol !!!
hehehe..thanks gen'lemen..
why does this poem scream out "mudi" to me.. !!
On the contrary shruts, i think this is not meant for a particular individual...rather the bond that is formed by being stuck with one another for so long (and not always by choice i might add).. :) Things are taken for granted way too often till they are gone....
P.S. jus so u know, i initally thought it screamed prasad but for all i know, it coulda even be gururaj..:P interpret it as u c fit...
right said fred(mudi)...!
Whoz that you miss so much suheim. :D
it isn venugopal by any chance is it...? :P
hehehe...just writing about old times..old times in everybody's life..with close friends n stuff..
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