I believe in God, i believe in his greatness,
I love the way he helps me,
I love the way he cares for me..
Sometimes as a friend, sometimes as a sibling,
Sometimes as a parent, sometimes as just another stranger  
Sometimes as a  teacher, sometimes as a book,
Sometimes as a quote, sometimes as a thought..

He's always there to guide me,
I love the way he guides me..
I love him, i love him, i really love him..

I feel so grateful for whatever he has given me,
What I don't have, wasn't meant for me..
Everybody has a purpose and a reason for its existence,
Everybody has everything, but God blesses only some with persistence..

I beg you for persistence to be able to love you forever..

I love you God, i beg for your mercy,
Please make me capable enough to get your love,
Please fill the void within me, that demands for your guidance,
Please make me a good human being..

Love you, oh all merciful, oh meant to stay forever,
I love you Lord, you are the supreme truth,
I love your existence, I love your power...

Thanks for all your love till date, Oh Lord!
Please make me capable enough to appreciate it..

Oh my darling bestie..
I have no mood to be around you.
But that doesn't mean that I don't want you as a friend,
Or if our terms are approaching dead end..

But I have no mood to be around,
I don't know even if idiotic I sound..

You are my bestie, and always meant to be,
But currently I have some different plans with more priority.

I love talking to you, but I have no time anymore,
I am either tired, or exhausted.
And you somehow happen to demoralise me..
I told you many a times indirectly ,
But no good it did...

You don't want to hear what's going on in my life,
You don't want to hear my views about anything..
Correct me if am wrong, but I ain't your diary..

I don't want to meet you, when you cannot come to see me,
Don't expect me to be so crazy about meeting you..

You maybe going abroad for years four,
Doesn't matter the distance I promised Our relationship won't turn sour..
But dear, what's wrong with you?
Why don't you understand?

You are purely selfish, and tell me that am selfish..
You disturb me during the exams, to clarify your so called doubts..
You don't let me sleep, make me weep,
And tell me, that you are my bestie..

I don't feel like keeping contacts with you,
You think all your misconceptions are true,
You don't want to hear me, and am not a dummy to hear you..

My life is boring, yeah well accepted,
But I don't want you to make it more boring..
I don't wish to be around you,
I don't care about you..

Stop imposing such restrictions on me,
Which you too can't even do..

I am sorry, but I can't travel to be around you,
If everytime it has to be me..

In the forest of dead,
I keep walking,
I keep exploring..

I love to be here
I love this suffocating air..

Not a man alive visits this deadly place,
It's a tree grave, dead bodies are its grace..

They were killed to be turned into books,
A man killed a tree, for another man you see..
But I see them filled up with dust,
And the bookshelf's rust..

Termites have residential blocks,
No man I ever saw, if here walks..

No proper seating, no proper lightening,
But do the ones who create darkness, need any brightening?

Every book's cover has been torn,
Every book's corner has been worn (out),
But not by those who were supposed to read,
But the ones who in these do breed..

Its a grave, a unkempt one,
Spiders, bats, rats, Termites, ants, dogs, cats,
All live with peace and harmony,
Even the dead trees are doing good you see....

That's a view of a public library,
Our world after D-Day probably

Her chapped lips, and round hips,
Her beautiful nose and cheeks of rose..

Her flawless complexion,
Her intelligent reaction..

She was a true beautiful person,
From her appearance and mind,
Still I couldn't confess my love for her,
Since just from the eyes, she was blind...

His highness is searching for a bride,
She must be very beautiful and also dutiful.

He doesn't care if she's not educate,
He just cares that she be able to *******.

He doesn't want to have a lady with brains,
He just wants a woman to hug in the rains..

He wants a first hand girl, that is a ******,
So that she doesn't complain, to merge in..

Not debate, and follow all his orders without hate.
And to accept such a wife, he needs dowry as bait!

He is gonna be king, an official ideal candidate for a bride,
Who wants to have a lady, 'her' tears who could hide

Aura of opera of her trauma,
Was so convincing and so loving..

Never she did sleep but always does weep..

Her identity, was something but her ethnicity
meant more, and forbade her to roar!

She owns nothing, but at least something
like a small compartment in a huge apartment.!

And she  doesn't feel pity for her ****, by the owner of landscape!
Cause her brain still lives in a world, where there's no constitution's word.