Burst out while driving across Bombay city. Recorded on my dictaphone. Dont know where it came from, but listening to my own voice later realised the depth and melancholy of Can I. The longing of a human soul.
Can I long to climb the highest mountain
Yet feel complete crippled as I am
Can I long to recite a thousand poems
Yet feel complete silent as I am
Can l long to wipe a flood of tears
Yet feel complete dry as I am
Can I long to fly like a bird
Yet feel complete chained as I am
Can I long to hold my own child
Yet feel complete barren as I am
Can I long to transform the whole world
Yet feel complete powerless as I am
Can I long to love my beloved
Yet feel complete wounded as I am
Can I long to heal completely
Yet feel complete hurt as I am
Can I long to commit for life
Yet feel complete disconnected as I am
Can I long to focus all my energy
Yet feel complete undecided as I am
Can I long to build my own home
Yet feel complete homeless as I am
Can long to laugh my guts out
Yet feel complete tearful as I am
Can I long to breathe in fresh air
Yet feel complete suffocated as I am
Can I long to free my soul
Yet feel complete bound as I am
Can I long to integrate myself
Yet feel complete fragmented as I am
whew! took my breath out…
teri deep baritone awwaz mein suntee aur interesting hotaa
Richa