Aug 2013
Its the life of others that makes me happy.
My Life,My Life-how can I call you to be
only mine!I exist because everyone does.
The eternal chanting of blissful life
pours everyday on my shoulder.
Oh beautiful Stranger! please stay one more minute
before my eyes get used to your innocent soul and
before my eyes get accustomed to the ordinary distractions
that they see all the time.
Lets go from here,from here to there
from there to somewhere else.
The Call is on,can you hear the Call?
Can you answer your soul?
My Life,My Life-how can I call you to be
only mine!I exist because everyone does.
The eternal chanting of blissful life
pours everyday on my shoulder.
Oh beautiful Stranger! please stay one more minute
before my eyes get used to your innocent soul and
before my eyes get accustomed to the ordinary distractions
that they see all the time.
Lets go from here,from here to there
from there to somewhere else.
The Call is on,can you hear the Call?
Can you answer your soul?
Wrote in a Coffee shop sitting in front of a beautiful lady.
Later I tore the page and gave it to her and before doing that I copied it somewhere.
It was really weird act of mine,but I guess the name of the poem explains my action on behalf of me.
Later I tore the page and gave it to her and before doing that I copied it somewhere.
It was really weird act of mine,but I guess the name of the poem explains my action on behalf of me.
