I know we are feeling apart
But we are in the same flow of love you know?
Ripples of my feelings always caressing you
But I know, you are seeing apart...
Waiting and journeying to me
Always have meant the same
But I know you are in hurry
And I know we are walking apart...
Threads that bind us together
Are a little entangled I know
But the strings have never been weak
Though we drift apart...
You walk on a path
And I walk the pathless
You need all reasons
And I am reasonless
You see 'I am' as what you are not
And I know we are parts of 'one'
You wish to sleep
While I am awake
And I have to go...
We feel apart
We see apart
We walk apart
We drift apart
We are, growing-apart
And love connects us
to see us through it all...
For, all that is beautifully different
And which is differently beautiful
Is being nurtured every moment
in aloneness
And in richness of nature...
In aloneness you bloom and I blossom
In the bosom of love...
No matter where you are or you are not
In the music of a flute
Or in the dance,
In depths of oceans
Or in vastness of greenery,
In the drizzle
Or in gentle breeze,
I do and I shall always feel
Beyond all those glorious delusions...
But we are in the same flow of love you know?
Ripples of my feelings always caressing you
But I know, you are seeing apart...
Waiting and journeying to me
Always have meant the same
But I know you are in hurry
And I know we are walking apart...
Threads that bind us together
Are a little entangled I know
But the strings have never been weak
Though we drift apart...
You walk on a path
And I walk the pathless
You need all reasons
And I am reasonless
You see 'I am' as what you are not
And I know we are parts of 'one'
You wish to sleep
While I am awake
And I have to go...
We feel apart
We see apart
We walk apart
We drift apart
We are, growing-apart
And love connects us
to see us through it all...
For, all that is beautifully different
And which is differently beautiful
Is being nurtured every moment
in aloneness
And in richness of nature...
In aloneness you bloom and I blossom
In the bosom of love...
No matter where you are or you are not
In the music of a flute
Or in the dance,
In depths of oceans
Or in vastness of greenery,
In the drizzle
Or in gentle breeze,
I do and I shall always feel
Beyond all those glorious delusions...
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