Ask any teenager or senior citizen, “What is love?” and their answers reflect a similar influence. Love involves feelings -- romanticized by music, literature, and media. We all yearn to recreate that intimacy based on what seems so ideal. Our deepest longings shape what defines love -- fervor (passionate), flawless (perfect), and fulfillment (joy).
Saturday, March 27, 2010
The days WERE & The days ARE...
Everyone was so caring,
I never felt alone,
No time to think of myself,
Infact they did it for me,
Coz those WERE the days....
I had people who were meant for me,
I had someone to share with,
I had someone to cry for,
I had many to laugh with,
I was heartedly happy,
Coz those WERE the days....
I knew the clock is running fast,
I would be left all alone to fight,
Now no-one is there to hold my hands,
No-one is there to see my love,
These ARE the days....
Beside me all are standing,
Besides this no-one is understanding,
All are happy, they have got their share,
I've one thing to do,Just glare,
These ARE the days....
I know the clock is running fast,
This span will come to an end,
I will come out with empty hands,
The gap between my fingers are void,
I deadly want to learn to avoid,
Coz these ARE the days....
These words are Dedicated to "PYARE"
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