One of us is cryingOne of us is lyingIn her lonely bedStaring at the ceilingWishing she was somewhere else insteadOne of us is lonelyOne of us is onlyWaiting for a callSorry for herself, feeling stupid feeling small
someone said you will know when the mountain falls. guess not.
babe...i love em. these two posts. *awe*
hey!you almost sound like me toh!
Put on your white sombreroSaddle your horse my dearAnd ride off into the sunsetYou’d better goFor there is noPlace for you here
Medusa ~ u ain't the only one lol::soft hug:: hope ur feelin' better, girl.
here's an e-hug from me...hope u feel better!
Someone is talking like a hopeless romantic.
this is an amazing piece of writing :)
Of course, as I was signalling by my previous comment, if we're being honest, the writing isn't Medusa's, but comes from a long, long time ago, in a far-distant place. As, indeed, did my bit of poetry.
"duto manush" by anjan dutta make for good accompaniment.
There's a bit of Scandinavian music that fits even better.Medusa and I know what we're talking about.
pishiblog-e aashar janyo dhanyobaad. aamio aapnar blog-ta link korar aashaye aachi. cholbey to?aapni aamake link korben shuney aamar mone porlo - mukh dhekey jaye bigyapon-e. apotti obviously neyi.dave-dascandinavia is too far for me. no invitations for the golden disc from the king at stockholm either. though a sack of potatoes will be preferred. if only, music from chorbagan or ultodanga could suffice ...
o sigh sigh sighwhy is everyone writing sad poems these days?*sulks*
hmm besh besh.
Tumhe yeh zid thi ke hum bulate Hume yeh umeed wo pukarein Hai naam hoton pe abh bhi lekin Awaaz main pad gayi darareinLiked your depiction very much.
oo medu dida kemon aachhooooooooooo?