Today I am walking on the same familiar road,
but believe me nothing is the same,

why there seems to be no end to the fair hate?
I am tired achieving eminence and fighting fate,
still on the path with no one to guide,
I walk on the same uncertain side.

Invisible are those familiar fence,
looking back lacks the sensible sense..
I am no more a puppet but  I am mushy,
rain can't affect the life if  it is thirsty.

my soul is thirsty for bodega of love wine,
heart prays in vespers of world being fine,
actually I am fed up of fakeness people around,
I give up for this world so unsound.

as I went further,

my peace of mind ultimately gathered
all malaise vanished,all malings
disappeared,
what I saw smiling tendered aged,
there carefree Sheriks
echoed the orphanage.
how I see..
no vamps,no worries,no tortures,no wanks,
there world is away from devils..
how less is my pain
how great is there strength..


My soul seeks again to shine..
at last I discovered bodega of love wine.