not mine to keep
only borrowed
like
a song from somebody else´s radio
fleeting happiness snatched from the wind ...
You were
an unexpected gift
like
a sudden burst of rain in the desert
a rainbow arching through the break of cloud
a blinding smile lighting a sullen face
I know
you are not mine
not mine to hold
not more than I could hold water with bare hands
or catch a cloud
or stop a flock of cranes flies south in the fall
I know
you will drift from me with the wind ...
in a day or in a year
And yet
I feel the loss already
long before really I lost you
Before I stand
transfixed
helpless tears
desperate longing
a child that has watched her kite being carried off by the wind
And I stare at an empty sky
lonely
and lost
no more than that torn-off string in my hand ....
This song is from a Hindi classic love story "Prem Rog" ....
Always loved this song ...
Mere kishmat me tu nehin shayad ... Meh kyun thera inthesare kartha hun Me tujhe kal bhi pyare kartha tha Me tujhe ab bhi pyare kartha heh Me tujhe pyare karega ...
If you are not my destiny
Why then am I waiting for you
I loved you yesterday
I love you today
and I shall love you tomorrow ....
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