Monday, May 25, 2009
When'll I talk to you again?
My head is filled with your voice.
I forgot how to rejoice.
Every word you’ve said.
Echoes like a melody.
When’ll I talk to you again?
I talked but a moment ago.
Don’t know what patience means.
Don’t want to know how it helps.
Moments seem like mountains.
Mountains are far on the horizon.
When’ll I talk to you again?
I talked but a moment ago.
I’ll call you just now.
I won’t let my ears wait.
I’ll enjoy the fire again.
I won’t let the burning go down.
When’ll I talk to you again?
I talked but a moment ago.
I forgot how to rejoice.
Every word you’ve said.
Echoes like a melody.
When’ll I talk to you again?
I talked but a moment ago.
Don’t know what patience means.
Don’t want to know how it helps.
Moments seem like mountains.
Mountains are far on the horizon.
When’ll I talk to you again?
I talked but a moment ago.
I’ll call you just now.
I won’t let my ears wait.
I’ll enjoy the fire again.
I won’t let the burning go down.
When’ll I talk to you again?
I talked but a moment ago.
She has got fair skin!
She can get anybody, she just has to smile.
She can get a new job, she just has to apply.
She gets loads of appreciation, she just has to write.
O ya! She has got fair skin.
When she speaks, the listeners rush in.
When she paints, the critics become quite.
When she asks for help, the hands raise high.
O ya! She has got fair skin.
She shows one talent, people see ten.
She breaks one heart, hundreds get insane.
She cracks one joke, men turn into hen.
O ya! She has got fair skin.
Advertisers' Paradise
I chew a one-rupee chewing gum, and a cute girl falls into my lap.
I use a red toothpaste, and the prettiest one gives me a hungry hug.
I use a deodorant, and I’m hounded by hundreds of semi-nude girls.
God! Is your paradise better than the world the advertising guys have built for me?
Ah! Modern Indians.
They think global.
They purchase Nike.
They speak in English.
They drink Scotch.
They drive Ford.
They study abroad.
They love European intelligent films.
They wear Che t-shirts.
They watch Jay Leno.
They find Gandhi cool.
They hum Dylan.
They think India has a long way to go.
They love Obama.
They hate racism.
They date people from anywhere.
But they marry in the same caste.
Ah, the modern Indians!
Can't believe!
When I close my eyes
I cannot see any dream
You are there with a thousand bolt smile
Can’t believe God made somebody like you.
When I open my eyes
I cannot open my lips
You make me forget if there is anything to say
Can’t believe God made somebody like you.
When I think about you
I cannot ask how
You rule me like nobody ever did
Can’t believe God made somebody like you.
I cannot see any dream
You are there with a thousand bolt smile
Can’t believe God made somebody like you.
When I open my eyes
I cannot open my lips
You make me forget if there is anything to say
Can’t believe God made somebody like you.
When I think about you
I cannot ask how
You rule me like nobody ever did
Can’t believe God made somebody like you.
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