srutshwini..
che guevara was the issue and i felt someone was trying to come closer,
someone was holding my hands strongly tight,
someone so helpless was weeping over my lap,
someone look like the twilight sky covered by the cloud,
someone peace of mind was kissing the rain over her pain.
she must be srutshwini.
they says, when you fall in love the world stops.
its true, i realized strangers are very familiar
she must be the lady who can make me sleep with a touch of her rivery hair,
who can make me weep with her just one drop of tear,
she must be the forest where once i wanted to be lost,
she must be the green road from where i used to write poems.
she must be the first reply of god to me,
she must be my girl.
yes she was my dream girl.
evening of a summer in the city of joy.
one shot.
one flash.
one moment.
and i saw my heart was standing in front of me.
while falling in love you dont have choices.
yes they seems like they are,
but you just really dont have choices.
one perfect timing and you are the king.
you go wild and you ride a horse with your country girl through the path of glory.
you have no choices but hold her hands,strongly tight,
you kiss on her forehead to make her sleep,
you took away her pain and put it in your twilights,
you reveal her tears in your poetrys,
you thank god for giving you the reply.
you mention your words upon your knees.
sound never dies.
they become echoes.
and following you through the light and dark.
long day the reply is missing,
but i know one day, someday we will meet again,
morning of a winter,
in the world of joy.
someone was holding my hands strongly tight,
someone so helpless was weeping over my lap,
someone look like the twilight sky covered by the cloud,
someone peace of mind was kissing the rain over her pain.
she must be srutshwini.
they says, when you fall in love the world stops.
its true, i realized strangers are very familiar
she must be the lady who can make me sleep with a touch of her rivery hair,
who can make me weep with her just one drop of tear,
she must be the forest where once i wanted to be lost,
she must be the green road from where i used to write poems.
she must be the first reply of god to me,
she must be my girl.
yes she was my dream girl.
evening of a summer in the city of joy.
one shot.
one flash.
one moment.
and i saw my heart was standing in front of me.
while falling in love you dont have choices.
yes they seems like they are,
but you just really dont have choices.
one perfect timing and you are the king.
you go wild and you ride a horse with your country girl through the path of glory.
you have no choices but hold her hands,strongly tight,
you kiss on her forehead to make her sleep,
you took away her pain and put it in your twilights,
you reveal her tears in your poetrys,
you thank god for giving you the reply.
you mention your words upon your knees.
sound never dies.
they become echoes.
and following you through the light and dark.
long day the reply is missing,
but i know one day, someday we will meet again,
morning of a winter,
in the world of joy.