Black Sabbath baptist
Sings heavy metal gospel
Every Sunday morn

||      कौन कहता हैं?     ||

कौन कहता है, भगवान आते नहीं ?
हम मीरा के भाँति बुलाते नहीं।
कौन कहता है,सचा प्रेम होता नहीं ?
हम श्री कृष्ण की भाँति चाहते नहीं।
कौन कहता है, ममता पूजा नहीं ?
हम श्री राम की भाँति पूजते नहीं।
कौन कहता है, माता- पिता भगवान नहीं ?
हम श्रवण कुमार की भाँति कस्ट करते नहीं।
कौन कहता है, पिता परमेश्वर नहीं ?
हम लव- कूश की भाँति उनके चरणो मे सोते नहीं।
कौन कहता है, सच्चे मित्र बनते नहीं ?
हम कान्हा के भाँति निभाते नहीं।
कौन कहता है, भाभी माँ नहीं ?
हम लक्ष्मन की भाँति मानते नहीं।
कौन कहता है, बेटी अभिमान नहीं ?
हम सीता की भाँति त्याग करते नहीं।
कौन कहता है, संसार में सुख नहीं ?
हम सुदामा की भाँति जिते नहीं।।
                                   ~Tannu.

yummy.
burned me with a stick today,
smelled like smoky ribs
on a lovely sunday morning pan.

the pain on the pan
sizzled the other pain away.
well done,
as I fancy the most.

I get a hunch about how tricky life can might, at the time I swiped you right.

Then I get to know how cold is the river in winter, when you want something to over.

The way you told your jokes was a foolish, but how come I see you as my bliss?

The time I enter the Garden of Eden is when I found someone who actually listens.

Then I found that you're so secretive as if I was being lost at high seas, you're the first person I want to see.

My defense got broken when part of me was taken.

Break it or take it I couldn't careless, for all I know, you are right Now it is flawless.

I dreamed I lost my teeth last night.

Oh dear, I fear the loss.

Feeling of a void, I wish I could hold you tight.

I recorded 5 voice messages, please don't avoid me.

I told you I won't listen to what they say.

Critics always bite you even when you enjoy your day.

Our ego ruins everything, I overthink.

It is 2:03 am in the morning and I am struggling with this bad feeling.

Donna...

Can you see the in-betweens?
Those brilliant ashen hues
In the space flanked by happy and blues
I call them God's little clues

I've seen a many things
like the pain a tortured spirit brings
a man standing in the rain
when seeking shelter is in vain

I've felt so many pains
like beating of a heart abstains
such a cold feeling stings
when the clock's pendulum swings

I've seen a many things
like a life that barely clings
there is no reason to remain
when seeking shelter is in vain