A constant question I have is what is love?
Many times I conclude, maybe this is love and then I forget about it.
And what is home?
I think we all get confused about these things, maybe it is better not to define them.
A twinkle in your eyes
That is all I remember over the years
How different are we.. so different...
More and more I know about me, more and more I know about you..
Thump in the heart, what is that feeling..thick and deep
Did you see pictures of Hiroshima bomb impact?
When it was dropped there was a circular wave of destruction
If the feelings are also that way, are they going to reach so far to you from my heart's wave
Are they destructive? Yes they are
We travel far far lands
When I mean we the memories
We take them all everywhere we travel
How far you want to come?
Quiet mornings
Quiet noon
Quiet nights
Quiet moons
Like flowers in a meadow, we talk when the wind blows..
