Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow
The world should listen then, as I am listening now!
Lucky to have a few sincere critics around :) they never fail to tell (as and when they get aware of) me the truth, at least their perception of it .
Getting complaints of being melancholic!
Not sure who and what to blame. Looking around for an answer..
We look before and after,
And pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.