Who said angels don't dwell on earth?
I just found five of them:
One for the laugh,
One for the love,
One for the sadness,
One for the truth,
One for everything above.

I want to have them, Lord, please cut down the chase—
The chase of longings,
The chase of memories,
The chase of beauty,
The chase for peace.

For those angels and I share the same thirst.
Quench this thirst; show your image to us.

Finding happiness was difficult.
Sadness was easy; it was everywhere.
And so, I learned to be joyous with it."

So? Is it the question, or the answer to a puzzled rant?
So? Is it the beginning, or just an end?
So? Is it a grim gaze, or a friendly withstand?
So? Is it a careless whisper, or a well-thought word?
So? Is it impromptu, or something well-rehearsed?
So? Is it for the show, or just redacting the old?
So? Just an expression—should I laugh it out,
Or make a sad face with a lingering pout?

Wherever I go, they make me feel
What I am—just a tag along.
Tried to move into her heart,
But I can't be there.

I am not family, maybe just a sidelined friend,
And would be remembered only in the end,
Because I am just a tag along.

Is there a need for a wall?
Am I so scary? You taking your eyes off me makes my heart weary.

Gloomy I feel, just to be a tag along.
I came to your life to share everything,
Not just to be a tag along.
But I can stay—just listen to my growl.

Bear angel's faith—
I will not be like them, who left you shattered.
They are long gone.

I will stay with you till my soul rumbles.
Whenever I think of you and me,
Stumbled feet become straight.
If I can be yours, that would be great.

You are my cause, and you are my purpose.
Don't treat me like a joker of a circus.


Don't treat me like a joker of a circus .

Endless things to do,
But her thoughts I cannot confine.
They are open and free,
Like a whirly wind, do not know any bound or reach.
Real but imagined,
Shining like a classy rim of a motored wagon.

I can compare her with any long and stout,
Anything beauty.
By seeing her, my heart starts to fly like a cloud.
Just me—he is impatient, but I am at rest,
Asking, "Do not go without me; stay in my chest.

For I don't have her.
If I lose you, how will I live?
Don't tell me somehow!
Until her soul accepts me as a slave,
You will not go away from my conclave."

Is it real or a dream?
Don't answer that.
Love is beautiful.
Be cautious—it will tear, making a sack.

I sat near the door
watching people bursting in and out
Impatient but hopeful,maybe I would see
The one who make my heart feels allures

Fingers drummed on the table's top
Hour arm made a turn on the wall clock
Eager and impulsive, I turned into elephants child
Moving and shaking my seat

Wait game is a real upbeat.
May I have the grace to see your face.

After bidding for a long
Then I struck the ace
Aurora spread all over on their arrival.
Giving me ease, a reprieve for survival.