Post by Jay Gandhi (engineering poet!) on Aug 22, 2009 4:01:24 GMT -5
Someday
Someday, when the sun is about to set,
Two passionate hearts have met,
When sea waves start to strum soothingly,
When wind gently kisses the heartfelt faces,
When sand starts to smell so aromatic,
How can one stop feeling romantic?
A day when every moment is eternal bliss,
When two held hands signify many a kiss,
When sealed lips are saying so many tales,
When blinded eyes are seeing so many dreams,
When mind is happy...devoid of any trick
How can one stop feeling romantic?
A day when blood rushes through veins like floods,
When a new emotion titillates naive young buds,
When ever material luxury becomes so trivial
When every other human seems so jovial
When such a day makes whole life terrific,
How can one stop feeling romantic?
Someday, when the sun is about to set,
Two passionate hearts have met,
When sea waves start to strum soothingly,
When wind gently kisses the heartfelt faces,
When sand starts to smell so aromatic,
How can one stop feeling romantic?
A day when every moment is eternal bliss,
When two held hands signify many a kiss,
When sealed lips are saying so many tales,
When blinded eyes are seeing so many dreams,
When mind is happy...devoid of any trick
How can one stop feeling romantic?
A day when blood rushes through veins like floods,
When a new emotion titillates naive young buds,
When ever material luxury becomes so trivial
When every other human seems so jovial
When such a day makes whole life terrific,
How can one stop feeling romantic?