Don't stop counting on me,
I got a little light-headed,
And dreamt with a light heart,
That the Oarsman
Had taken me to the far bank,
But dreams are dreams.
That's a bank too far.
I am still with you,
In the pain,
On the near bank,
Don't stop counting on me.
If you are an abecedarian in love,
You are probably blessed.
Some say, love
(and hate)
Ferment in the cauldrons of the heart,
And become acetous.
I say,
Give it time,
And, in time,
It will change into wine.
Version 2.0 of
Sometimes you are the pigeon,
Sometimes you are the statue is:
Sometimes you are the asshole,
Other times you are the bamboo.
Tread with caution.
मैं पल दो पल का फौजी हूँ,
पल दो पल मेरी कहानी है,
पल दो पल मेरी हस्ती है,
पल दो पल मेरी जवानी है।
Tuesday, I got this gyan:
There are essentially two that will make you wise: the books you read and the people you meet,
Wednesday, I got the corollary of this gyan:
The books that you don't read and the people you don't meet will make you otherwise.
When I swoon with too much love,
Then, I drown in many dreams.
When I drown in many dreams,
Then, I wait for you in my dreams.
When I wait for you in my dreams,
Then I wish the dreams would carry on.
And, as the dreams do carry on,
Then, I swoon with too much love.
Your love waxes like the moon,
Her love wanes like the moon,
It will be your full moon,
When hers is the new moon.
Then, walk your path
In the starlight, friend,
It will soon be her new moon.
And, all the stars above,
Are your million wishes.
Who knows you may yet see
The blind side of her moon?
