Friday, May 23, 2008

Lost Paradise

Don't show me the promised land,

No,
Don't talk to me about paradise.

You will show me the blue sky,
The green grass, the yellow sun, the purple carnations,
the moon-lit sky,
But,
You will not be there by my side.

Leave it to the painter, the poet, the dramatist, the musician;

No,
Don't talk to me about paradise.

Don't show me the promised land,
If you cannot walk the distance with me.

9 Comments:

Blogger Aruna said...

My Adaa Adoos....I adore you!

Come home, let's talk...don't you feel lighter now? May be, May be, you don't have few promises to keep as well??? It's all part of life...

And my sweet bro, for heaven's sake, get some sleep...

12:03 AM  
Blogger Javits said...

Simply loved it. Im awe-stuck to find Amulya's gang of poetic friends!!

12:24 AM  
Blogger baddi_maga said...

Thanky you. Who be Amulya??
Yeveran? You are upto some serious globetrotting :). Do you have a photo blog?

12:53 AM  
Anonymous Mir said...

this is a good one.
very deep.

4:21 AM  
Anonymous Himanshu Ved said...

Amazing....and very nicely put...
loved this one as could go through only one ......

7:34 AM  
Blogger baddi_maga said...

thanks Himanshu :)
Do I know you?

8:54 AM  
OpenID verbivorehere said...

A touching poem!

8:33 PM  
Blogger baddi_maga said...

thank you, Veribivore :)

8:45 PM  
Anonymous nisha said...

will u accept just anyone to walk d distance wid u...ok the one who showed u d promised land-just dat one!

3:18 PM  

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