Lips of an Angel

Awesome

Honey why are you calling me so late?

It's kinda hard to talk right now

Honey why are you crying, is everything okay?

I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud

Well, my girl's in the next room

Sometimes I wish she was you

I guess we never really moved on

It's really good to hear your voice saying my name

It sounds so sweet

Coming from the lips of an angel

Hearing those words it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbye

But girl you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel

It's funny that you're calling me tonight

And yes I've dreamt of you too

And does he know you're talking to me?

Will it start a fight?

No I don't think she has a clue

Well my girl's in the next room

Sometimes I wish she was you

I guess we never really moved on

It's really good to hear your voice saying my name

It sounds so sweet

Coming from the lips of an angel

Hearing those words it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbye

But girl you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel

It's really good to hear your voice saying my name

It sounds so sweet

Coming from the lips of an angel

Hearing those words it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbye

But girl you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel

And I never wanna say goodbye

But girl you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel

Honey why are you calling me so late?

Saira Bhair

When I posted my first marathi poem on this blog, http://manodeeps.blogspot.com/2007/06/saree-pavasaachya.html most of the friends who read it started asking me lots of questions. All of them were direct or indirect attempts to figure out whether Mannu is in love or on the verge of it. :)



For me, its not neccessary that I should be in any specific phase to understand the situation or express feelings related to it. I am comfortable in getting into someone else shoes to understand What/How she or he is going through, what will be the mental situation of it and then the way out of it. But it seems that, this world believes in Hard Proofs, so I decided to come up with something exactly opposite to my previous poem. This time I tried to figure out how one will be feeling, once he entered into that path of love, which sometime turns into an illusion, whether he will end his journey by cursing to himself or will go on and on to find the destination.



I have very simple philasophy of life,

Everything in Life Has A Beautiful Ending,

If its not beautiful.....

Then Be Sure its Still Not The End.... :)


Now do read this poem called "Sair Bhair" and let me know, what you think :-) Some of you might find it heavily loaded with difficult Marathi words, but I couldn't resist my self from using them....

सैरभैर

सैरभैर झालोय मी या वादळात
वाट शोधतोय घरटयाची ॥ध्रु॥

कधी होते मार्ग माझे सरळ,
नव्हते त्या वर कोणते वळण,

एक दिसी मज दिसले ती, भासली मॄगनयनी,
त्या नयनांच्या शोधात, हरवलो या रणात

सैरभैर झालोय मी या वादळात
वाट शोधतोय घरटयाची ॥ध्रु॥

अजाणता होतो मी, ना होती समज भल्या-बुऱ्याची,
गेलो त्या मॄगजळाच्या शोधात, अन हरवलो या रणात

झाला चातक माझा त्या वर्षाराणीपोटी,
आस होती प्रेमाच्या वर्षावाची, पण हरवलो या रणात

सैरभैर झालोय मी या वादळात
वाट शोधतोय घरटयाची ॥ध्रु॥

पण धीर अजून सुटला नाही,
या वेड्या-वाकड्या वळणातूनही मिळेल सरळ मार्ग,

मिळेल मज ला वाट या रणातही,
नेईल ती मला त्या मॄगनयनीपासी

या वाटेवरी असेल ते वॄंदावन,
जेथे मिळेल चातकाला प्रेम-अमॄताचे डोह

...मनोदीप

Saree Pavasaachya ........

Its been a long time since i updated my blog. From last 2-3 months I was busy with my Sister's wedding ceremony planning and all... Lately I got busy with the work in office. There are 2-3 posts on which I am working from last few days but every time I start working on it, get stuck somewhere or with something.
Yesterday, while chatting with a friend, she told me that once again i am retreating from my blogging habit. I told her about my posts plans, you can expect some real good photos in coming few weeks as monsoon is coming closer. I love Rains, this season makes me introvert when I spend time for myself, thinking about many different things ranging from Friends to Love :-)
While discussing with her, few thoughts came to my mind about the effect of this season on Lovers. Few days back in office, during a coffee break One of my friend got senti when we started discussion of about individual experiences during Monsoon... So I decided to write a poem and completed the same in one night. Do read it and let me know your feedback .....

सरी पावसाच्या ....

पावसाच्या सरीन मातीला नवा सुगन्ध येतो
नव्या त्या ऋतुला नवीन रंग देतो

नवी पालवी, नवा तो फुलोरा,
नव्या त्या ऋतुचा नव तो चेहरा

सरी कोसळतात पाषाण पिघळतात
मनात ही मग एक नवीन खेळ सुरु होतो

प्रियकराच्या मनाला मग मिळतो नवीन श्वास,
नव्या त्या सखे संग, नवीन एक वाट

नव्या त्या वाटे वर उमलतात नव प्रेमान्कुर,
गन्ध ज्याचा करतो मोहीत प्रेमवेड्यास

वाट सजते त्या नवीन रंगानी अन गन्धानी,
प्रियकरासंग वाट पाहते ती वाट प्रेमीकेची

...मनोदीप