If i could sing a song to time...
and tap my feet
while u watch....
would time be mine
would it tell of my eyes
and what it lies
to my own heart
to the air
in which the stars burnt
so many they fell
who knows
whose feet they kissed...
how their hearts on fire
could no more lie
of a eye
that watched
That was the last night at my apartment in ahmedabad. amresh had come to talk for sometime. like the first time we ever talked...on the terrace of my apartment...this was the last time we were talking.
and they fell from the sky...stars they are called...not one not two..but dozens i guess....
and tap my feet
while u watch....
would time be mine
would it tell of my eyes
and what it lies
to my own heart
to the air
in which the stars burnt
so many they fell
who knows
whose feet they kissed...
how their hearts on fire
could no more lie
of a eye
that watched
That was the last night at my apartment in ahmedabad. amresh had come to talk for sometime. like the first time we ever talked...on the terrace of my apartment...this was the last time we were talking.
and they fell from the sky...stars they are called...not one not two..but dozens i guess....
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