Purple Flowers On the bowers The colour made up of red and blue A beautiful smell and Awesome hue A colour of passion A kind of fashion A purple pleasure To admire at leisure!
Times when the heart doesn’t feel its own beat Lost, maybe some part of it forever displaced Work makes sure, time is passed Together, still doesn’t help Stuck in some redundancy Maybe, they work well, separately Time and work Maybe it’s for words to see
Every single word of mine Every single tear of mine Every simple arc of my smile Every sad walk of mine Has a thousand and million stories to say...many secrets to disclose..
The leaves dance But there's no one to adore 'em Cause they are busy watching the naked shows The flowers blossom with haughtiness But there's no one to adore 'em Cause they are busy adoring the cute girls on the pavement The birds sing with the melody of the wind But there's no one to dance to the rhythm Cause they are busy singing the obscene The tide brings in the treasure of love and luck But there's no one to steal it Cause they are busy stealing the soulless money the meadows are waiting to be embraced But there's no one to caress it Cause they are busy making masked love on sheets of silk They can't adore the nature cause it's too busy for them...............