The moon has some edges,
And the moonlight is
Foggy tonight,
The heart has some scratches,
And love is
Soggy tonight.
The moon has some edges,
And the moonlight is
Foggy tonight,
The heart has some scratches,
And love is
Soggy tonight.
I received this morning cheer:
I asked a monk how to feel tall.
He just smiled and bowed.
Now, there are monks and monks. Some are new, and some are old. This one must have been old. Only an Old Monk can induce such a spirit of humility.
If you know what I mean:
A friend sent me this beautiful picture yesterday. It was a photo of the mysterious mist engulfing them, as he and his batchmates from Medical College, made their way to Kodaikanal, a beautiful hill station in Tamilnadu, India. They were onwards to their Batch Reunion.
I will go
And never return,
If you make me cry,
With all your love.
I will go
And never return,
Your love is just
Too much to bear.
I received this beautiful quote from a friend:
Vignettes of Veer Bhadra Mandir, Lepakshi, Andhra Pradesh, India