A Page of my Diary
Hosh Aya Bhi To Kehdoon ga Mujhay Hosh Nahi
Yeh Alag Baat Hay Saqi Ky Mujhy Hosh Nahi
Kabhi Un Madbhari Aankhon Sy Piya Tha Ik Jaam
Today I can write maximum but I am numb. My pen is d
own and mind frozen. I’m virtually dead…. but I just want to write few words- the person is special for me, still in my head, in between my rib cage.
own and mind frozen. I’m virtually dead…. but I just want to write few words- the person is special for me, still in my head, in between my rib cage.
One song that I am crazy in love over, was by Terry Jacks, "Seasons in the Sun" resung by my all time favourite band ‘Westlife’. I am not sure what is / was going on here - is he dying or going to kill himself? (and / or Michelle? ). This was a Love Song! I have included the lyrics because this is a real haunting song that we were ecstatic thinking this was L-O-V-E! ...& I am humming it since the past couple of days!
It says it all to help reduce my words. Here it goes….
Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.
We've known each other since we're nine or ten.
Together we climbed hills or trees.
Learned of love and ABC's,
skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.
Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die,
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Pretty girls are everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the hills that we climbed
were just seasons out of time.
Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me,
I was the black sheep of the family.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
Too much wine and too much song,
wonder how I get along.
Goodbye, Papa, it's hard to die
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Little children everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the wine and the song,
like the seasons, all have gone.
Goodbye, Michelle, my little one.
You gave me love and helped me find the sun.
And every time that I was down
you would always come around
and get my feet back on the ground.
Goodbye, Michelle, it's hard to die
when all the bird are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
With the flowers everywhere.
I whish that we could both be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the stars we could reach
were just starfish on the beach …….
'The minute you think of giving up any relation, think of the reason why you held it so long."-
1 comment:
hmmmm.. we had joy we had fun.. we had seasons in the sun, but the stars we could reach were just starfish on the beach.
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