Monday, January 05, 2009

kiss me....

"Kiss me out of the bearded barley.
Lightly, beside the green, green grass.
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step.
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.
Lift your open hand.
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,
silver moon's sparkling.
So kiss me."

dunno why i am hung up on this song today...
it reminds of school, strangely enough, and that kind of love ...the kind only 16 year-olds can be in....and once you grow up all of that seems fake and silly and melodramatic...and suddenly its not about you wearing those shoes and me wearing that dress, its no longer you leading me out on the moonlit floor....all of that is stowed away, like so many skeletons in our cupboards...only when i listen to songs like these i have lump in my throat the size of a tennis ball....

5 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

dammit. who're u and what have u done to doyeeta? this is what happens to rational people when they're bitten by the romance bug, and a bit of bimbo. :P

3:48 AM  
Blogger March Hare said...

haha. bit of bimbo. bimbo-bit. khik.

also, polo wrapper. polo wrapper.

6:18 AM  
Blogger mojo said...

@shonai: ami ki maanush noi? amar ki hridoy nei? amar buk-er bnaa dik ghneshey ki byatha hotey nei?
@bimbo: yes, also mentos. old habits die hard.:P

8:21 AM  
Blogger yippeehippie said...

uff!
mush!mush! :D

9:33 AM  
Blogger Oshtorombha said...

ha ha! Eibar who is the slobbering bumbling humanitarian boka!!!!

Drunk ta baad e dilam na hoy... amar mon ta kina shona diye bnadhano! :D

10:13 AM  

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