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
6 comments:
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..
"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!
Dig the hint of optimism mixed with feelings. Engaging expression. Keep at it, Push.
ya, kundera's love story.. ironically tragic..the game of love.
'I find love in his lies'
nice paradox !
everyone-
Thanks! :)
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