Two hearts are meeting, but secretly
Everybody knows this however, but secretly
Impatience increasing in breath, nights awake with eyes wide open
If heart is attached somewhere, it is not there anywhere else
Let me hold my heart a bit, calling it magic
Magic is causing its effect, but secretly
Your mind is called mirror
It sees and shows
Good, bad all karmas
Your mind is called mirror
Living being asks his God
Which method should I use to find You
God says, just find your mind
You’ll find Me
Your mind is called mirror
You are the ocean and also the shore
Whose support do you seek
You are his shadow, his mirror
His beat resides in your heart
His signal in your eyes
Whose support do you seek
When I look at you it feels like
As if I know you for ages
If you are the ocean, I am thirsty river
If you are rain, I am burning bud
If you are the ocean …..
Who is NOT Intoxicated?
Someone is proud of the physical beauty drunk in youth
Someone’s heart is ridden with intoxication of love
Someone’s appearance makes intoxication appear through the breath
This intoxication crosses the boundaries without drinking
Tell me who is not drunk
Bring the fellow in front of me who is awake
Everybody is drunk but in different ways
The blossomed morning is drunk with dew
Air with scent, cloud drunk with drizzle
Somewhere happiness causes intoxication somewhere sorrow
If drinks caused intoxication, the bottle would dance
The bars would oscillate, the pegs would shake
Tell me who is not intoxicated …
That evening was a bit strange
So, is this evening
Yesterday she was somewhere around
Today also she is nearby
That evening was a bit strange
My thought was there somewhere in those shy eyes
There was beautiful colour in suppressed laughter
I thought that she was humming my name
I wonder why I felt that she was smiling
That evening was a bit strange …..
Is this really love
Yes, indeed this is love
Does not feel like doing anything without you
Time feels endless
Is this really love
Yes, indeed this is love
Earlier I thought some other reason for these things
But now I realised who stole my sleep
I too keep awake the Moon does not appear
Does not feel like doing anything without you
Time feels endless
Is this really love
Yes, indeed this is love
