I have a whole lot of work, but all my thoughts are converged on her………
Sprawling greens in midst of concrete jungle ruins of bygone era,ushering in nostalgia life at breakneck speed frolicking aristocrats loitering politicians a place where you need to know “someone” a place that was once close to my heart I weep for Delhi today I weep for paradise lost The city that raised me the city that gave me identity the city where I lost everything the name which is all but agony now the name that doesn’t let me live Delhi
Lost delights of mine, leave me not in unknown ways And all of our dandled days in my fortune’s hand Winder cold wails the wrong of death delays When cold wind blows into my desert sands She has turned within
Alone and unwanted. Unnecessary and useless. Unable to satisfy. In need of replacing. The heat of the moment. Now died down. Left unfeeling. Mind still racing. A touch once hot. The passion now gone. No longer needed. No more devoured.
So my absentism will prevail over presence; I will talk to you in space between the moments of autumn red when nothing else was moving. In classical pursuit, I straignten the equation and we understand the complexities of life, and
This is about someone special Someone so special that any special person could be to anyone And sharing with you about this special person Makes me feel special too I look back to the times I spent with him Where