Poems, Bloody Poems...




Breathe, breathe in the air.
Don't be afraid to care.
Leave but don't leave me.
Look around and choose your own ground.

Long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be.

Run, rabbit run.
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down it's time to dig another one.

For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave.



--Breathe(The Dark Side Of The Moon),Pink Floyd








P.S. :My two acknowledged friends started their blogging career with two (one each) well-chosen (beautifully crafted in one case, the masterpiece if I may say) poems.I don't want to give in too much, but that's one area yours truly isn't comfortable with,writing ( or devising) poems. But definitely, i couldn't be left behind , so....


(for those gifted ones : its not a poem , its a song )