An ode to Hazaaron khwahishein aisi...
When we move from wisdom to knowledge, then knowledge to information, a thousand wishes arise like this.
When love needs a crutch, when the crutch needs another hand, a thousand wishes arise like this.
When you sing, when the song sings another tune, a thousand wishes arise like this.
When you're drawn to her, when she draws a curtain, a thousand wishes arise like this.
When sunlight enters your heart, when your heart enters love, a thousand wishes arise like this.
When you understand that you understand nothing but that becomes your first understanding, a thousand wishes arise like this.
A thousand songs of the wise arise an understanding in your heart... Just like that sunlight drawn to our world with love.
When we move from wisdom to knowledge, then knowledge to information, a thousand wishes arise like this.
When love needs a crutch, when the crutch needs another hand, a thousand wishes arise like this.
When you sing, when the song sings another tune, a thousand wishes arise like this.
When you're drawn to her, when she draws a curtain, a thousand wishes arise like this.
When sunlight enters your heart, when your heart enters love, a thousand wishes arise like this.
When you understand that you understand nothing but that becomes your first understanding, a thousand wishes arise like this.
A thousand songs of the wise arise an understanding in your heart... Just like that sunlight drawn to our world with love.
2 comments:
Cool one abhiya!
When you write, when the writings touches a nerve, a thousand wishes arise like this :)
Hey Sriya, I loved your take on the style! Good one!
Thanks! It means a lot.
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