Taste Of Sadness
if you have not eaten sour.
If you have not faced miseries,
how can you demand for more.
Without touching palms of coolie,
you can't know what is rough.
Without looking at bisceps of woodcutter,
how can you know the meaning of tough.
Don't be proud of your intelligence,
it depicts your madness.
How can you enjoy life,
if you don't know the taste of sadness.
But my story is somewhat different,
your roughness has burn't me before softness could call.
In statistics of my love,
there is no increment but only downfall.
Your voice is ringing in my ears,
your image is still in my eyes.
Even if you are away from my sight,
even if distances are more than skies.
I can't see you but can feel your presence.
My relation with mind and heart is stable by resonance.
Mind is pulling me away from you.
Heart is encouraging to move to you.
On one side my whole life is waiting.
On other side but you are standing.
And i am in between,
knowing not where to go.
Only time will tell,
on which path i should flow.
Life is a struggle,
we have to snatch every comfort.
Placing every step carefully,
and escaping from tort.
Without you it is becoming more dreadful.
More than wounds your behaviour is painful.
From your heart if you won't remove cover.
I am the one who will have to suffer.
Because of you and your rudeness.
I am the one who tasted sadness.
pagal................
