Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Monday, January 01, 2007
thoughts by the Window
i dream of those lanes
the land from wher i went away
those streets that i left behind
that little bar in bombay
i remember those days in the coffee shops
the jokes, laughter and more
the slap on the back from a friend of mine
and the sweet silence of mysore
i miss that smile from my mum
my dad and the long talks with him
the familiar smell of the place i call home
and warm sun of panjim
i dream about the one i love
wish i could bring her with me
the good old hug from my bro
and the crowd in new delhi
i know its me that who left
but thats where i d rather be
the dust, the heat, the love, the soil
i miss my own country
i sit here miles away and all i can do is wait....
the land from wher i went away
those streets that i left behind
that little bar in bombay
i remember those days in the coffee shops
the jokes, laughter and more
the slap on the back from a friend of mine
and the sweet silence of mysore
i miss that smile from my mum
my dad and the long talks with him
the familiar smell of the place i call home
and warm sun of panjim
i dream about the one i love
wish i could bring her with me
the good old hug from my bro
and the crowd in new delhi
i know its me that who left
but thats where i d rather be
the dust, the heat, the love, the soil
i miss my own country
i sit here miles away and all i can do is wait....
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