I thought I would collect some of the snippets from the poems I had written in that past to give some inspiration.
1.Not so long ago (4 years back I guess) I had to write lyrics to one of our songs and an hour later all I could produce was this. My friend was aghast. All he asked of me was to write something about poverty and ..:P
I open the windows of my thought, to the world adorned with dew,
grave upon thy goal,passing through the streets with many a hue,
palmy roads and barren hatches,act as my conscience's cue,
a bloated belly,a sallow face,a sordid soul, all of them feeding on a single stew,
then after a while i realize that its nothing new,its just a feeling of deja vu
....whew
2. This was on a rainy day in Hyderabad....God knows what made me write such sentimental crap
with your face with no care but all smiles
through my sojourn to the tranquil skies
It will be your memories spread for miles
In the end when i close my eyes
1.Not so long ago (4 years back I guess) I had to write lyrics to one of our songs and an hour later all I could produce was this. My friend was aghast. All he asked of me was to write something about poverty and ..:P
I open the windows of my thought, to the world adorned with dew,
grave upon thy goal,passing through the streets with many a hue,
palmy roads and barren hatches,act as my conscience's cue,
a bloated belly,a sallow face,a sordid soul, all of them feeding on a single stew,
then after a while i realize that its nothing new,its just a feeling of deja vu
....whew
2. This was on a rainy day in Hyderabad....God knows what made me write such sentimental crap
with your face with no care but all smiles
through my sojourn to the tranquil skies
It will be your memories spread for miles
In the end when i close my eyes
Very thoughtful and interesting post!!!Keep it up!!
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