Iam laughing madly
inside me,
because it is unfortunate that
you don't know me.
Iam laughing madly
inside me,
for my pretensions before you
are in their way to victory.
Iam laughing madly
inside me,
and you, the fools
fume your heads
thinking of the reason for my "agony".
Iam laughing madly
inside me,
that no longer occupy my valley,
the foul smog of your thoughts.
Once I'm tired of my laughter,
then it's time for a
secret smile....
I can smile,
digging out all the wonderful days
which once I lived.
I can smile at you too
my lost love...
resting back at your consciousness.
I can smile,
with all the words and silences.
Then..it is the time
to have a precious weep.
I become a pampering child
of my own pain..
I weep till my heart sink in tears,
I weep till my mind starts to sail again,
I weep till your redness
gets sucked out of my veins,
I weep only to restore
my mad laughter inside me....
At last, I will live again..
gorgeously, not as a slave
to you my darling haunting memories,
but far away in a lonely world
I will nourish a garden
with a pen and my thoughts.....
There I will fly
with my butterfly wing,
painting colours and
my own blue dreams........!!!
Sangeetha
inside me,
because it is unfortunate that
you don't know me.
Iam laughing madly
inside me,
for my pretensions before you
are in their way to victory.
Iam laughing madly
inside me,
and you, the fools
fume your heads
thinking of the reason for my "agony".
Iam laughing madly
inside me,
that no longer occupy my valley,
the foul smog of your thoughts.
Once I'm tired of my laughter,
then it's time for a
secret smile....
I can smile,
digging out all the wonderful days
which once I lived.
I can smile at you too
my lost love...
resting back at your consciousness.
I can smile,
with all the words and silences.
Then..it is the time
to have a precious weep.
I become a pampering child
of my own pain..
I weep till my heart sink in tears,
I weep till my mind starts to sail again,
I weep till your redness
gets sucked out of my veins,
I weep only to restore
my mad laughter inside me....
At last, I will live again..
gorgeously, not as a slave
to you my darling haunting memories,
but far away in a lonely world
I will nourish a garden
with a pen and my thoughts.....
There I will fly
with my butterfly wing,
painting colours and
my own blue dreams........!!!
Sangeetha