How often I don't know,but always it is
They've looked at me and my melancholy.
I've waved them back-not that I wanted to
Why today won't last but ends up slowly.
Then a thought of love,so young.So old
Is a happy heart.It grew in a blissful play.
And faced all the odds but where are they
Tears,you naive they will find their way.
A life to learn,and you've watched me back
The most they came-the worst my choosing.
Well can it be someday when there's no past
But all living today.And no pain of losing.
How often I don't know ,but always it is
Solitude will be the greatest form of living.
And if something stays and it'd survive
It wouldn't be doing magical but just being.
~Shashi Raj Pandey
They've looked at me and my melancholy.
I've waved them back-not that I wanted to
Why today won't last but ends up slowly.
Then a thought of love,so young.So old
Is a happy heart.It grew in a blissful play.
And faced all the odds but where are they
Tears,you naive they will find their way.
A life to learn,and you've watched me back
The most they came-the worst my choosing.
Well can it be someday when there's no past
But all living today.And no pain of losing.
How often I don't know ,but always it is
Solitude will be the greatest form of living.
And if something stays and it'd survive
It wouldn't be doing magical but just being.
~Shashi Raj Pandey
