Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Bits and Pieces...

I'd call a place pure paradise
where families are loyal and strangers are nice,
where the music is jazz and the season is fall.
Promise me that or nothing at all.
--- Maya Angelou

You came into my life
Quietly, Simply, Placidly
my words stood still...
---Lorelei Pablo

Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
There's a land that I heard of, once
in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true


maneesh said...

Love the first one... Beautiful... You wrote the third?

Suneel Madhekar said...

Somewhere over the rainbow... is wonderful, like the other two!

vinay said...

lovely lines those... :)