Desperately - Don Williams

Desperately - Don Williams

My heart is out of control
This ole love struck soul
Just lives for the moment you're around
When I hold on to you
It is all I can do just to keep my feet on the ground

CHORUS:
Desperately, Loving you desperately
When you're not here with me
I get a little bit crazy
Constantly, I think about you constantly
Look at what you've done to me
I'm just like a little baby
Oh, I love you desperately

Will I laugh, will I cry?
Will I live, will I die?
It all depends upon you
And it is dangerous I know
To be lost in you so
But I am and there's nothing I can do

Desperately, Loving you desperately
When you're not here with me
I get a little bit crazy

This song gets played every now n then and its a routine since i have started listening to it and the more i listen to it the more i enjoy it ..

Simple music and emotions expressed so beautifully .. I just love it !!!

One more reason to listen is because it reminds me of someone who sent this song.

It also reminds me that i still have to learn guitar n then sing along for for the time being it has to list here .

simple joys of life

writing this when i am chatting at home and it so much fun .. after many days we all are having fun...Its guitar time and songs time ..

I love music .. it cheers me up like any anything ..

How sweet it is .. that my younger brother is playing guitar and singing songs ..
my chutku has grown so much in last four years ...
he asks me to accompany him :)

Its just like old days at home .. the only difference is that time it was his small Casio a gift from daddy on his bday and now he is in college strumming guitar and having fun !!!

with passing time ...

Some thoughts have been crossing my mind and heart ... and i have been thinking abt things for long and then there was time when i thought i m out of it but no .. i spoke to a friend and that brings me back to the same thing ..

Things or rather let me put it straight ..
does relationships die with passing time .. even relationships as pure as friendship too ..

Its been months now and every time i speak to this childhood friend ..
all i get is taunts n lot of negativity ..
when the person talks to me .. all i do is just hear ...
sometimes i don't even hear ..and that troubles me the most ..

If thats what i want to do
Then why do i call up in the very first hand ?
as soon as i receive a sms i end up calling ... the thing that makes me call is the sweet innocent feeling that let me ask how my friend is ! but it always ends up like this ..
In shear disappointment! !

I am just dragging something ... just because it was once a beautiful thing, and made me happy
and now am I bugged because of many many events that have happened and the response is always the same and i am now so tired that i don't care ..

But if i don't care why is it in my mind still ? why am i here writing ...

sweet memories .. always remain sweet .. then why certain things make relationships bitter...

or its just that with time everything changes ... or am i just selfish .. i liked something till it was nice n sweet .. the moment it started getting bad .. i am ready to put it away ... or may be i am being too harsh on myself .. i have enough reasons to think like that ....

If its just a change then changes can be positive too .. why a certain change has to lead to finishing something .. there has to be a way to deal with situations like these.. things can coexist.. without causing suffocation

May be i should take some more time before doing something abt it, coz i remember someone once telling me thats its always easy to destroy but it takes time to build something ...

so i am going to leave it for time being ....but i needed to talk to someone or atleast take it out .. and you have certainly helped me out dear Blog !!!

baarish

सुबह से है एक हलचल सी मन में
क्यों है दील इतना उदास सा
लगता है क्यों बार बार जैसे
हो कोई अपना कहीं छूट गया


आंखें तो है नम उसकी
ओर दील भी है कुछ भरा सा
मौसम है बन गया साथी उसका
साथ नीभाता बरस रहा

baarish main by wandering soul

here comes the century blog...

I guess i am in writing mode today .. started with a short note in the morning and now something brought me back to my forgotten blog. Before i could start writing i saw i have 99 blogs and this one makes it 100 !!!

Bravo .. i told myself 100 seems like a landmark for someone like me who started it just like that with a thought that i want one too :)

Wandering soul has traveled quite a bit in last one year and now i feel its been a great ride...

Traveling has to go on and so has to be the learning at each and every place...

how human are we ?

Series of events that keep happening make me wonder abt the same ...But today the question stayed with me for the whole day and whatever i do it remains in my mind ..

Only till i found this from amma, she says ,

"My Children, try to be a real human being. Try to feel the suffering of keep others. You are not a machine or an animal or a demon.You are a human being. You represent the human race. So try to be loving and compassionate, because those are the signs of an evolved life. Remember, only a human being can develop compassion and empathize with others.You may think, "If they are suffering, it is their karma." But thinking about their karma is none of your business. If it is their karma to suffer, consider it your karma to help them.Only by helping others will you evolve.

No other species receives this precious gift from God the ability to understand and be compassionate. Utilise it!

i have no more questions now :) need to work on things though ...

The white room

I read this poem last year ie in august 2007,i liked it for its style and simple words with the meaning that u can understand if your read it again n again .. a lovely poem ... The White Room

The obvious is difficult To prove. Many prefer The hidden. I did, too. I listened to the trees. They had a secret Which they were about to Make known to me-- And then didn't. Summer came. Each tree On my street had its own Scheherazade. My nights Were a part of their wild Storytelling. We were Entering dark houses, Always more dark houses, Hushed and abandoned. There was someone with eyes closed On the upper floors. The fear of it, and the wonder, Kept me sleepless. The truth is bald and cold, Said the woman Who always wore white. She didn't leave her room. The sun pointed to one or two Things that had survived The long night intact. The simplest things, Difficult in their obviousness. They made no noise. It was the kind of day People described as "perfect." Gods disguising themselves As black hairpins, a hand-mirror, A comb with a tooth missing? No! That wasn't it. Just things as they are, Unblinking, lying mute In that bright light-- And the trees waiting for the night. Charles Simic

kuch panktiyaan

When i started to write something after a long long time for my blog ..
I just happened to see this draft .. had scribbled something .. one day ..

घीरी है ए जिंदगी, kis vichaar मैं तू
क्यों है इतना डर तुझे
स्वीकार क्यों नहीं करती तू
क्यों है सचाई से भागना तुझे

हर कोई सहता है
हर कोई कहता है
हर कोई करता है
फिर क्यों है इन्कार तुझे
हर कोई बन ने मैं

क्यों है इतनी बंदिशें
क्यों है इतनी बेडियॉ
रोकती टोकती कैदी बनाती

पल पल हर पल

कब तक हँसी रहेगी
अंदर के दर्द को छुपाये

कब तक चलेगा यह सब ...

now i know why it was in draft ..b'coz i had not been able to end it well ..
i thought for a long time to end it well .. though i couldn't

Somethings don't need to have an end ...
Life goes on.....
and so are somethings associated with it ......

can't think of any appropriate title ...

A liitle love - bryan adams

A Little Love

Some people walk the straight and narrow - some walk the rocky road
some get the silver spoon and some get the heavy load
there's a man in a paper box he smiles whenever we walk by
we just walk a little faster and say "there but for the crazy of God go I"
But a little love - just a little love - a little love can change it all

i've been up and down this highway and I ain't seen a road sign yet
it's cold hard world baby you gotta hang on yo what you get
I don't believe in miracles but that don't mean they don't come true
well I may not get to heaven but I get a little closer when I'm with you
but a little love - just a little love - a little love can change it all

well I get a little tired walkin' down the street
people on my side - everyone I meet
but they don't know what's on my mind
and they don't know what they might find
a little love - just a little love - a little love can change it all

right when you think you don't need love is when you need it most
even if you got the father the son and the holy ghost
well there's more to truth baby than what we know is true
ya we wonder round in the darkness
but every now and then a little shines thru
and a little love - just a little love can change it all