Sunday, July 23, 2006

Retirement -n the telescoper

Retireing to Monkhood, my passion died
lesson learnt again, while my soul cried
have loved this life, its fragrance
the beauty, but it dried
its smiles, it music, the rythm but it dies
and the world shows its lies ...
of the perepheral - the ephemeral

between the truth of the roads
and of the travellers passing by
the journey had to end
beneath the blue sky
The telescoper says Hi..

i may seem like a loser - when i say good bye
well i havent won anything, i only gave it my try
u may say go back to the world, dont be shy
well my answer would be TELL ME WHY .
why why why why why why why

Lord call me back

Lord, call me back
i know you have been calling
so please make me come back
have lived the life- entire pack
have seen the pain , seen the pleasures
fought in vain n lived the measures
of the world and the people with the bargains
of moments of solitude -your treasure
i now seek my way back
that you have been calling long long away
make me worthy, help me answer your calling
im not at all a humble soul, but i know
that i need to get back
before this game from the 52 completes
have already seen the enough from entire pack
between the spades and the hearts
i have seeked your words of wisdom
and while me soul cried and u welcomed me back
call me back ,
i know you have been calling
make me worthy, help me come back