In fear of sorrow, I have lost many things.
which gonna impact my tomorrow.

My present seems numb,
still, rotten, turned to ashes from a sweet plum.

It needs a spark to keep going, I am not stating anything.
This is its tendency which keep me showing.

But this isn't the end , fought always and will fight and defend.
Like a solider or a rebel with all my Strength.

I have protested before and will till the last dawn.
I am a anarchist, I will show my life the way which has never been shown.

she is someone’s angel…
she loves the sky….
she knew how to fly…
but dont know why she feels shy….
her thoughts are bright…
her feelings are like kites…
she is a tiny little bird….
who makes everyone smile….

she is a tiny little bird who loves the sky….

she is capable of fighting…
she knows whats right….
but don't know y she feels so shy…
oh my poor little pumpkin pie…
don't thing too much just fly……

Nights are like ocean filled with darkness..
black opaque from far but clear once chased,like a hidden cave, or a  gray matter in the space.

its nor a friend niether it betrays. it triggers  those memories which never gets fade.
it gives someone happiness it gives someone peace. it helps resolving nitty gritty fights of lovers, it solves many case.
its make someone's bright , it make someone fell asleep with tales...

i blink my eyes, restless lying down, done several tries….

heart beats playing rock n roll, has some feelings which is going outta control….

m so meld with my sorrow, lived all my past, today but don't wanna see my tomorrow….

m i afraid ? Na i know what is written, i had torn that before and will tear it no matter where u have kept it hidden…

I fought for love like a king for a throne.
Stabbed, wounded till the dawn.
But I was unknown of the fact that you are already gone.

Looked for you, From the mountain to the drought lawn.
Dived oceans, asked everyone passing by and everything that is known.

By passing time i started thinking of moving on.
But all I got less pros and more cons.

I am still struggling in finding reason,
Why you are gone?