Piece Of Sky

There’s no point in dreaming

Rains will wash away the tears,

For baby, I’ve lost

The piece of my sky 

 


There’s no point in spreading

Your wings to help me fly

For baby, I’ve lost

The piece of my sky

 


There’s no point in culling

Flowers, shrivelled without a sun,

For baby, I’ve lost

The piece of my sky

 


There’s no point in painting

The walls of a roofless house,

For baby, I’ve lost

The piece of my sky

 


There’s no point in carrying

These stars in your eyes,

For baby, I’ve lost

The piece of my sky 

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I have always been a great believer. I've flitted from one belief to another, from religion to atheism and from one philosophy to another, until I finally settled on J. Krishnamurti whose philosophy is that there is no philosophy. So now I firmly believe that there is nothing to believe. Now such a belief would, I believe, have been considered dangerous to society if the authorities had believed me to be of any consequence. No man of consequence they believe would waste his time on the pursuit of blogging!

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One comment on “Piece Of Sky
  1. Jheel says:

    That’s giving up hope,
    The piece of your sky
    (miss you on Twitter)

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