I used to be soft. how much, how little and how many times, i could cry ... almost at the drop of a hat.
how much i have changed, how everything affects me just the same, but my emotions have become too precious to spare.
how much i cared, how needy i was.
its a little too shameful a thought... all of those tears.... for what?
i guess though, now i understand, those tears were shed for this day. this day where i am whole in myself and complete in my own being.
how much i have hardened, sometimes baffles me and overwhelms me. what will soften me again? perhaps nothing. do i even want to go back to the clean slate? sometimes i want to be naive again, i want to be silly again. and sometimes i want nothing and want everything all at the same time.
why were all of those tears rolled down, sometimes, incessantly.... for this day.
why was i so needy, sometimes for days on end.... for this day.
this day of respite, this day of vengeance... vengeance because my emotions are for me to keep.
this day, this evening, when my heart is not racing, when my eyes are still, my mind is alert; yet my feelings surge. my impulses are controlled. i work, i type, i read. i pour it all out.
there is one direction and no deviations.
who do i have to thank for? myself, is too cliche.
there is magic, perhaps and so you flipped your robes and made everything streamlined again.
i have you to thank indeed.
"Is Shahar Mein Kisse Milein?.................. Hum Se to Choothi Mahafilein
Har Shakhs Tera Naam Le; Har Shakhs Tera Naam Le; Har Shakhs Diwana Tera............"
how much i have changed, how everything affects me just the same, but my emotions have become too precious to spare.
how much i cared, how needy i was.
its a little too shameful a thought... all of those tears.... for what?
i guess though, now i understand, those tears were shed for this day. this day where i am whole in myself and complete in my own being.
how much i have hardened, sometimes baffles me and overwhelms me. what will soften me again? perhaps nothing. do i even want to go back to the clean slate? sometimes i want to be naive again, i want to be silly again. and sometimes i want nothing and want everything all at the same time.
why were all of those tears rolled down, sometimes, incessantly.... for this day.
why was i so needy, sometimes for days on end.... for this day.
this day of respite, this day of vengeance... vengeance because my emotions are for me to keep.
this day, this evening, when my heart is not racing, when my eyes are still, my mind is alert; yet my feelings surge. my impulses are controlled. i work, i type, i read. i pour it all out.
there is one direction and no deviations.
who do i have to thank for? myself, is too cliche.
there is magic, perhaps and so you flipped your robes and made everything streamlined again.
i have you to thank indeed.
"Is Shahar Mein Kisse Milein?.................. Hum Se to Choothi Mahafilein
Har Shakhs Tera Naam Le; Har Shakhs Tera Naam Le; Har Shakhs Diwana Tera............"
