To Soar (Too Sore) …To Soar (Too Sore) …

To Soar (Too Sore) …

Lend me your wings, bird, and I will fly on.

The world has moved on,
leaving me memories and feelings that I cannot account for.
A childhood that I can remember like it was someone else’s life,
A deliberate, grinding life that eats me up at the core.

Lend me your wings, bird, and I will fly on.

The world has moved on,
they say, leaving only light and love but no hidden treasures.
No gems of memories, no sudden rush of feelings.
No time, no words, no deeds no birds.
A hand that cannot feed, a tongue that cannot speak.
Only old age and tiresome habits as I trudge on towards the sunset.

Lend me your wings, bird, and I will fly on.
Fly on one last time

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  1. anubhav
    Posted October 9, 2009 at 2:09 am | Permalink

    dude, you scare me sometimes

  2. Posted October 12, 2009 at 5:45 am | Permalink

    Lovely…and did I ever tell you what a delight it is to see you walking around in the team area?

  3. Posted October 14, 2009 at 3:44 am | Permalink

    I couldn’t give you wings .. but I could give you Redbull :D … my treat .. there already one great memory !!

  4. Posted October 20, 2009 at 4:54 am | Permalink

    Lend me ur ears Raghu, and I will tell you I could ve written the exact same on

  5. Kev
    Posted November 19, 2009 at 2:50 am | Permalink


    What if the bird whose wings ur requesting turns out to be a Kiwi… or an Emu… or an Ostrich. They cant fly, so how will ur great flight take place ?

    And if the bird lends u its wings, wats it gonna do with its other parts ?

    Just curious, hence seeking the truth !

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