There was this tweet today that no one remembers the second man who landed on moon. Well it was Edwin Aldrin and his name was right next to Neil Armstrong in the science book.
Sometimes I am troubled by this,
the ingredients of life from the shelf
‘the plot’ is ever elusive to me
still i keep pondering about things
hoping to write a line or three
sometimes i feel i have got it wrong
as always, there are more pressing matters
than perhaps writing another song
Sure my wisdom Will guide me to the next link
but a friend had me convinced the other day
“You are always less mature than you think”
“no no”, I tell her, “I have got it all in my head”
and go on and lie about my idea
of the villain and why he is dead
So another hope I put on you, my Lord
may my actions defend my words, and may
my pen be mightier than the metaphorical sword
a try to win i have to try, the chances are pretty slim
write, write, write I have to
to fulfill a dream, to follow a whimsical whim
I have readied my quill and parch, hence
waiting, praying for that fateful day
when my words will earn my twopence
Sometimes she sleeping
Sometimes she’s gone
I always end up hurting
When I call her at home
I can never understand…
Why my baby
Don’t talk to me on the phone
She talks to her papa
She talks to her mom
But when I call her
She don’t hear the tone
I can never understand
Why my baby
Don’t talk to me on the phone
Why Why Why
She leaves me hanging
Why Why Why
She leaves me alone
Why Why Why
Its only me baby
Why Why Why
Please pick up the phone
I can never understand
Why she don’t talk to me on the phone
I am reading this god awesome book. I am only halfway through it but have already gone through hundreds of emotions ( if that is what a book makes you go through).
When the summers
Have just begun
When in the winters
You want to hold someone
Or when the rains
They just won’t come
When the mornings
Are all the same
When in the evenings
You are a pretty dame
Or when the stars are
Just playing games
When you are feeling lonely
And the blues have got to you
Oh I ll be a song
Oh I ll be a song to you
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eh raah lambi hai
par tere saath da koi bharosa nahi
is raen basere te ik hi raat katni hai
par is rat de mukkan da koi bharosa nahi
eh raat saadi mulakaat da sabab bani
par is raat di niyat theek nahi
is raat kalmoohi de dil wich
wasde dukh di hakeekat theek nahi
tu ajnabee hain mere kolo
par main tere dil da har raaz jaanda han
teriya akhaan jo birha da bhaeda geet ga rahiya han
main us da aanand maanda han
main v tolh reha haan tere hi waangan
ajnabiyaan wich puraane chehre
ajnabiyaan de mukho sun.ne chaahnda
oh kisse jo kade yaar si mere
jehda painda tureya nahi
usda beyaan kiwe kara
jehde yaar kade apne na ho sake
unhaan da ghumaan kiwe karaa
eh raah lambi hai
par tere saath da koi bharosa nahi
mainu tere saath di aas taan hai
ummeed nahi
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Eshaan – Chalo its good you have met her. After that everything goes downhill.
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I am trying to get back in the writing grove. This poem is an attempt, again, in that direction.
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A new Journey 