there will be tears,
there will be screams
there will be whispers
there will be dreams.

there will be chaos
and there will be confusion
there will be problems,
until you find a solution.

there will be fake;
and there will be real faces
there will be competition
and there will be races.

there will be angels
and there will be devils
there will be practises
and there will be levels.

there is always reality-
and there is always your vision
so don't ever think
that you're trapped in a prison

you might think that
you have no scope
but remember one thing
that there will always be hope .

Woman with a pen
She is a woman with a pen
she is a woman with a child
She carry her basket
with two little lands

Her task is to sell
the pen to write
the pen to note
All she want a money to vend

She work for years and years
but none shows a delight
Never give up on dreams
she remembered and start her life

And one day she opened her own shop
The day of rain filled her job
She work long for success
because she is a woman with a pen

Broken piece of land
floating on one hand

With a tree of thoughts
expressing the world which is forgot

Birds can't sing
to their lovely voice of descant

The life will end this way
on a broken piece of land.

She put expectations to dreams
but none shows a light to beam
All she wandered was glitters
that kept her sitters.