Member Rara Avis
Mumbai, India : now in Belgium
and when you find this person, you rejoice … kismet!
yah! luck is what it requires...
nice sentiments, flowing feelings...
Karilea, the pen you hold flows with the ink of your thoughts...
P.S. The 'summer' poem is out, called 'A summer evening', I don't know if that's any good!!!
Meanwhile Pink Floyd, reigns supreme still,
Hey you, out there in the cold,
Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisle,
With itchy feet and fading smile, can you feel me?
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light.
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you, out there on your own,
Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me?
Hey you, with your ear against the wall,
Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home....
by Roger Waters (Pink Floyd) - The Wall