Beauty is a bliss,
please understand dear miss,
you wouldn’t get serious admirers,
hold on, dont shoot so many firers.
When I look at you,
the heart even forgets to sink,
and if you give me a wink,
ahh…the world for me is just pints.
Appreciate and embrace the feeling,
please don’t do a silent killing,
or Thee shall punish you,
but that will again hurt ‘Mou’!
Oh C’mon dear,
they say, life goes on and it never ends,
eyes of stone observe the trends,
but I know from deep inside,
that theres also some light kindled at your side.
If its a toll to say,
remember, you must only park at your heart’s bay,
for life is too uncertain for even a minute to stay,
but in my heart, even after life, will be your say.
Discover your own self,
forget the left and right and those otherly uprights,
look into your own eyes, or for that matter mine,
and seize the Rythm Divine.
World has never understood the emotions,
who do you care for, have some might,
If you are afraid of the damn world,
tell me, I will be your knight.
Catcha: ‘Mou’ is the latin for “me”.
Gursharan, 30 May, 2006, New Delhi.