Sunday, March 9, 2008

Towards the rainbow

The sky looks down on me

The clouds promise me rain

And all over again

That feeling rises inside of me


Day turns to night

And every now and then

I fight

All those lonely moments

And yet-


There's a smile in my eyes

A skip in my step

I find love in his lies

And magic in the bird who flies-


Over my head

Towards the rainbow

I'll get ahead

Kiss every seed I sow.


Standing on my own

All this pride I've never known

Comes from within

Feels like I'll win.


When I close my eyes

Dreams fill my mind

And when I wake

I know I cant be left behind


There's a smile in my eyes

A skip in my step

I find love in his lies

And magic in the bird who flies-


Over my head

Towards the rainbow

I'll get ahead

Kiss every seed I sow.


Pushpanjali Banerji

March, 2008

6 comments:

Anirudh Goswamii said...

Hope springs
From the rays of the Sun
Spring brings with it
A ray of hope

Really like what you've written. Don't know where its flowing from.. :) but just keep the tap open and let such beautiful words flow..

Jasmine said...

"I find love in his lies" reminds me of Kundera:
"Each interpreted the other's words in his own way, and they lived in perfect hermony, the perfect soliderity of perfect mutual misunderstanding."

Really Appreciable!

Rohit Talwar said...

Dig the hint of optimism mixed with feelings. Engaging expression. Keep at it, Push.

Anirudh Goswamii said...

ya, kundera's love story.. ironically tragic..the game of love.

rajiv chandoke said...

'I find love in his lies'
nice paradox !

push said...

everyone-
Thanks! :)