Now i am beging for life i want to be live,
who will give a right to exist,
human being is a creation of god,
i want to being a human but i am not,
for me stress depress are common words,
these words have great impact on my,
present world;
like all persons i am not,
i have learnt those lessons my life taught,
fighting for love and standing at the edge of death is my present and also my past,
but now i want to live till the world ends and long may i last,
demons be modified with love and patience & if they are not discriminated & blamed,
iamgination is the colourful world we can see,
we an fill our favourite colours and can be  the one we want to be,
cant calculate my problems which i have beacuse i cant remember them and cant judge myself what i am,

Life is not a important thing on to be discused,
cause life means to be lived for some one special but not to be in restricions,
and bounds of offence made by the world's liveing conditions,
it is a sequence of obstacles and some nice feelings,
that we find after overcoming from the disgusting fight for existing,
it is not a story to be spoken,
but a sense of conciousness that cant and can be broken,
it is the greatest thing to be wanted,
but not a recyclable thing or self start vehicle that can be restarted,
obviously the feeling and the sense of a madness for life or to be lived,
is the way to be lived in the virtual world but not to be in real field,
and there is a felling to be quite and loneleyliness,
which can't be dscribed,
so it seemed to be involved in a fight,
it's beautifull to be take off the limitations of life,
but it can e positive or most worse terrible situations seemed as to be going wild,
there can be endless reasons of love for a glittering someone,
and only who is living and breathe for you or can be poisinous for your believe & faith and also for none,
at last just keep in mind that you,
have to take out he situations you see yourslef seemed to be fit,
and kick out those persons who thought that you dont have the right to exist.

For me life is a worthless thing,
which has no values and no importance after realising which always forms a negligence of aliving,
i lost everything,every feeling i had,
and i dont ver cry when i am sad,
it seems to be no one who can understand and believe me,
i even lost my self in the worthless and selfish world which made me a liar,
and push me into the deadly series of fire,
but there is a greed of revenge
against world's narrow mindness,
which i never understood even dying with them,
there are almost all evil things happens in me devil life,
in which i am fighting with endless reasons to die,
after knowing  that no one have the ability to understand my emotions from which i am suffering and living in frustations,
no refinding is left of myself after overcoming from reason less figths which having preconceptions in the past time,
so leave me my life cause i alsmost and finaly want to die.
# Akash

I cheated myself the way i never wanted,
hands does'nt move but scroll to be granted,
eyes take a snap of feets,
enourmously both hand bleeds,
knees are bent eyes are narrow,
screams are so loud can make a hollow,
space between concious and unconsiousness,
the cloths are ***** and the fellings are pressed,
be within limits is now a deed,
what i will define is the tear's of need,
lips are died to say anything that i want,
i want to do many things but i cant,
breathes are borken,
my thoughts are frozen,
want to define each and ever thing i feel,
but i have to take it out from the kneel,
beside chest nothing is there,
the thing was freezed and can't flair,
hollow bones but filled with air,
still i cant fly because i am here,
for just crying,
but still i am trying,
for my mind to on it,
cheeks are streched but a little bit,
i have to fight and i cant quit......

Felling so insecure,
have deep wounds but no cure,
on the way people are there,
i don't know i am where,
**** is growing on the ground of thoughts,
in the head 12 'o' clock banging in all the clocks,
hand holding the empty bands of friendship,
picture showing the past are now blurred clicks,
my mind stopped working,
they said smash it into the trash it's a waste thing,
drops of blood doesn't matter,
living in the dream is better,
echoes are within the limits of sounds,
and situations are like tears of clown,
introduction to mirror define self description,
warmth of salty drops i can feel and it's not a illusion,
delication of feelings cause the hurt,
because of them i get burnt,
walls are like caves,
describing  a story on wall's which makes,
which can stop motion of continuous breathe,
what i to me,
and i wanna be only ME.

Lots n lots of love,
i have for you form my heart,
sky full of lighters,
is you who **** the dark,
now i've understood what is love,
and why it's called it's life,
my heart goes faster with your smiles,
your happiness give my heart rasons to beat while,
when it stops working,
i never love a person so much,
but you are the 1 who deserves
and you are the 1 i can trust,
your truth defines your heart,
and my life and love is yours,
so please never think 2 b apart,
right there from my heart
i miss u
and always loved you..

eyes in nights are open,
no sleep and heart is broken,
tears falling one by one,
love is rolling down & i am burnt,
now liquid causing fire but no smoke,
it all happens when trust broke,
then little-little things we remember,
bright mirror shines but the image is blurr,
because eyes are ful of tear,
strings of music touches the heart,
lyrics of sad songs fall apart,
in ears,
coldness develops  within soul,
and the soul plays the actual role,
of a broken feel of love,
hands wiping the cheeks,
and vocal cord bleaks,
room is empty as like heart,
a blank paper defines the crumbled picture drawn in mind,
then the worst needed thing is liquid wine,
walls become the screen of eyes,
slowing picture of past happy times,
hattered from light become general,
and black colour make peace in my heart's funeral,
thoughts go beyond outerspace,
ashes fall on the ground but makes the trace,
glass of water stops and falls fro hand,
mind explores the empty dark land,
tears again starts flowing,
vic versa all these hapens and makes
drawing
of broken heart,,