Hallo authors

At least writings are trickling in ... but Shubham, why that song? How is it connected to The Third Eyes? And please log in using your GMail ID and password, then you can post things in your name ... otherwise it will be the abstract and faceless Third Eye always ...

Yet another song....

How long since I've spent a whole
night in a twin bed with a stranger
His warm arms all around me
How long since I've gazed into
dark eyes that melted my soul down
to a place where it longed to be?
All of your history has little to do
with your face;
You're mainly a mystery with
violins filling in space.

You stood in the nude by the mirror
and picked out a rose
from the bouquet in our hotel
And laid down beside me again,
and I watched the rose
on the pillow as it fell.
I sank and I slept in a twilight
with only one care -
To know that when day broke and I woke
that you'd still be there.

The hours, for once,
they passed slowly, unendingly by
Like a sweet breeze on a field;
Your gentleness came down upon me
And I guess I thanked you
When you caused me to yield
We spoke not a sentence
And took not a footstep beyond
our two days together
which seemingly soon would be gone.

Don't tell me of love everlasting -
and other sad dreams -
I don't want to hear.
Just tell me of passionate strangers
who rescue each other
from a lifetime of cares.
And if love means forever,
expecting nothing returned,
Then I hope I'll be given
another whole lifetime to learn.

'cause I took from you
oh so many things
It makes me wonder how they could
belong to me,
And I gave you only my dark eyes which
melted your soul down to a place
where it longed to be...

Love song to a stranger, Joan C. Baez, obviously....

Yet Another Movie ...

One sound, one single sound
One kiss, one single kiss
A face outside the window pane
However did it come to this?

A man who ran, a child who cried
A girl who heard, a voice that lied
The sun that burned a fiery red
The vision of an empty bed

The use of force, he was so tough
She'll soon submit, she's had enough
The march of fate, the broken will
Someone is lying very still

He has laughed and he has cried
He has fought and he has died
He's just the same as all the rest
He's not the worst, he's not the best

And still this ceaseless murmuring
The babbling that I brook
The seas of faces, eyes upraised
The empty screen, the vacant look

A man in black on a snow white horse,
A pointless life has run its course,
The red rimmed eyes, the tears still run
As he fades into the setting sun


Momentary Lapse of Reason, Pink Floyd, of course ...