Friday, September 12, 2008

You took the bus early morning, when I was asleep
to a place where I've been, to a place I wanna go with you
You walked through the colourful dingy lanes Of the holy land
you touched the water when it all began
and you saw millions of tiny wishes floating by
you floated ours...
and the rains came, it brought back memories
fresh, vivid, lazy
I drove through the dusty lanes of calcutta
drove past your familiar roads
roads that brought back memories too...
"Some say love, it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower
and you it's only seed"

1 comment:

little boxes said...

nothing could have been comforting in a day like this...
we shall go there someday