My incomplete story,
has finally become a (complete) story..
You touched me today such that
I became all different..
My afraid dreams are slowly stretching..
my stopped moments are taking new depths..
my life is wearing a smile,
and I don't know why it's showing so much compassion..
my wishes have started twisting n turning but
don't know why, my eyes are still wet..
I want to vanish inside you,
should decorate sixteen adornments..
this night of meeting,
I wish to celebrate a festival in this..
I wish to touch your fragrance,
and become musk,
how pale I was,
I wish to be like vermillion,
a little diverted from right notes,
how inharmonical my world was..
I started molding to your tune,
I became a flute
from my sky
those who were always missing
the moon and stars,
you changed
the tune of haze
and they all came
back today..
Still, somewhere inside me,
there is a little life remaining..
A new heartbeat came up,
I got to know that I am still alive..
Some such tenacity
is there in this moment,
where was this moment of mine..
now it's in front of me,
should I die or should I live a little..
should I kiss joys,
or should I cry a little,
should I die or live for a while..
(as if) the body burning down in the sun
got the shade of a tree,
like the smile of an angry kid
came back on a little cajoling..
something like that is what my heart is feeling now,
on the years old wounds, there is some balm applied
some such mercy is there in this moment,
where was this moment of mine..
like a kite with broken string
was this life of mine,
today I'm there, whether tomorrow takes place (for me) or not (is not known),
was my story everyday.. (he was unsure of how long he'd live)
now a new bond calls me from behind,
why does a worry for tomorrow trouble me,
such a prickle is there in this moment,
My afraid dreams are slowly stretching..
my stopped moments are taking new depths..
my life is wearing a smile,
and I don't know why it's showing so much compassion..
my wishes have started twisting n turning but
don't know why, my eyes are still wet.
has finally become a (complete) story..
You touched me today such that
I became all different..
My afraid dreams are slowly stretching..
my stopped moments are taking new depths..
my life is wearing a smile,
and I don't know why it's showing so much compassion..
my wishes have started twisting n turning but
don't know why, my eyes are still wet..
I want to vanish inside you,
should decorate sixteen adornments..
this night of meeting,
I wish to celebrate a festival in this..
I wish to touch your fragrance,
and become musk,
how pale I was,
I wish to be like vermillion,
a little diverted from right notes,
how inharmonical my world was..
I started molding to your tune,
I became a flute
from my sky
those who were always missing
the moon and stars,
you changed
the tune of haze
and they all came
back today..
Still, somewhere inside me,
there is a little life remaining..
A new heartbeat came up,
I got to know that I am still alive..
Some such tenacity
is there in this moment,
where was this moment of mine..
now it's in front of me,
should I die or should I live a little..
should I kiss joys,
or should I cry a little,
should I die or live for a while..
(as if) the body burning down in the sun
got the shade of a tree,
like the smile of an angry kid
came back on a little cajoling..
something like that is what my heart is feeling now,
on the years old wounds, there is some balm applied
some such mercy is there in this moment,
where was this moment of mine..
like a kite with broken string
was this life of mine,
today I'm there, whether tomorrow takes place (for me) or not (is not known),
was my story everyday.. (he was unsure of how long he'd live)
now a new bond calls me from behind,
why does a worry for tomorrow trouble me,
such a prickle is there in this moment,
My afraid dreams are slowly stretching..
my stopped moments are taking new depths..
my life is wearing a smile,
and I don't know why it's showing so much compassion..
my wishes have started twisting n turning but
don't know why, my eyes are still wet.
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