I always believed...

I always believed...

Imagine this; a lovely morning unfolds with a dusky chilled scene outside, its not even a drizzle, not even a mild rain something in between...

Sunnyvale downtown streets are lonely. I walk towards the train station, it feels like I'm breathing cool air into my lungs after chewing a mint. I feel so elated & thin within. Plugged creative zen slowly pours music into my heart via ears, it's early morning with random people on platform. Sunnyvale's train station is still in the deep sleep. It's kinda feeling of being in Elysium. I pity those train tracks- for years they're lying naked looking at each other, not even finding a single chance to kiss or touch each other. I appreciate their resistance even in that cold time of infinity. I feel so bad for 'em :)

Mood is longing for some kind of unexpected tunes to thrill me. Switched random songs to play in zen. Without any inhibitions, without any feelings, without any prompting it plays the tune I want to hear....

In my search for freedom
and peace of mind
I've left the memories behind
Wanna start a new life
but it seems to be rather absurd
when I know the truth
is that I always think of you

Someday someway
together we will be baby
I will take and you will take your time
We'll wait for our fate
cos' nobody owns us baby
We can shake we can shake the rock

Try to throw the picture out of my mind
try to leave the memories behind
Here by the ocean
wave's carry voices from you
Do you know the truth
I am thinking of you too

Someday someway
together we will be baby...

The love we had together
just fades away in time
And now you've got your own world
and I guess I've got mine
But the passion that you planted
in the middle of my heart
is a passion that will never stop

Woova ! Yeah that's my song of the day-thanks to rocking guys of 'michael learns to rock'. I always believed music speaks...it speaks my mind.

I hum to myself again & again..

The love we had together
just fades away in time
And now you've got your own world
and I guess I've got mine
But the passion that you planted
in the middle of my heart
is a passion that will never stop ....

Sitting on the lonely cold bench of the platform waiting for the bullet train to come, I lean my head back, sky is so clear...like my mind. I inhale that mild cold, misty air into my lungs; and it gently takes me to abyss...