Some things in life cannot be explained but just
felt
like water sliding down from the edges of a mountain cliff
Like a bird flying around with a twig in her tiny beak
Like a tree standing tall among the valleys, covered in green
Like music, a sound coming from a distant temple
along the upper side of the mountain stream
Lend that sound to me and I’ll make a delighted hymn
Lend that twig and I’ll make a beautiful home
Lend that hand and I’ll ink that tattoo of your vision
Lend me some earth and I’ll make it green again
Walk around the wide open ground, Laugh out loud
shout and cry that heart out,
Sit along the edge of a road and
just look towards the sky laden with Love
May be then, some feelings would come
woven in golden shades of dust and heaven
May be then your heart would melt again
to classify the bits and pieces of that part
which was lost among the crowds, back in the city
which was laden with faults, that people pointed continuously
which was so heavy, with responsibilities and pressure
which was turning black, Oh! That un-necessary exposure!
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