I always thought that art teachers are doing so well with their life.
Then I found out why.
Because they know if they do something wrong they have to do their best to make it right again.
Just one line that isn't straight can mess it up, but you have to go over it, learn how to correct it, try it again,
And... I'm not talking about a drawing.

The ugly love will break your heart.
The reckless love will melt your heart.
But neither of them won't cause you pain.
Because what will hurt you
will be the love you seek but never get.
The love of a crush you can never forget,
The love of your parent who abandoned you,
The love of a star you can never regret looking at.
And you'll let tears run down you cheeks,
Or maybe you'll suffer without a word.
But when you won't hurt,
You'll despair.
Because the lack of your feelings
Is nothing.
All void and empty,
Without something to remaind you
Of what you used to be:
A human that could love.

We were lost in time, shouting, screaming.
What's one more second in this exile?
It's death, maybe it's love,
It's pleasure, but I can't belive you still exist,
I can't decide, I can't stay,
I know I stayed here for too long, I know it too well...
I'm a prisoner in the loop of my time,
With my mind and soul like a cage,
I don't know what can I do to escape.
I want to run, I want to hide, I want to be.
I want to be seen by them all, without anything else.

We were lost in time, shouting, screaming.
Oh, how much I want you to stay in my time,
To be here together,
For me not to be alone,
To give us that lost second.
But what is one more second in this exile.

A sweaty toothed madman, looks into my eyes-
With hunger, power, pride, and thirst,
insolence and disguise.

The sweaty toothed madman, begins to bite my nails,
With bloated bulgy human nature,
Expecting a recurrence.

A mighty mixture of anger, base and immobile,
The ring of magic, a realm of life,
Churns the paste of light.

Not so much on a wintry night, I expect so much more,
The sweaty toothed madman, wears a coat of holes.

He looks upon an eternity, the landscape of all parodies,
For I couldn't sing a melody to feather a community.

Our LOVE isn't a simple thread
That connects YOU and me

We are not connected at birth
Yet there is a LOVE cord
That only we know and feel

This LOVE cord nourishes our LOVE

Right from the start since
Our soul-LOVE connect happened
Our LOVE cord has
Tied our hearts together
With strings of heart-beats

The strength of our LOVE cord
Can't be compared with
A family, or a friend
Brother, sister, twins
Father-daughter, mother-son
Or any other relationship

Yet our LOVE-cord is much beyond
Every known relationships

It can't be destroyed
Nor can it be denied

This LOVE cord
withstands all tests of time
Seasons all brutal weathers and
is in-frangible than diamonds
Carrying the weight of 1000 galaxies
It ages with grace & matures with class
Illuminates our heart and glorifies our soul

Even if we are 1000 miles away
Our LOVE-cord keeps us connected...
Becoming our life-line of HOPE & LOVE
In a way that even death
Can't **** our LOVE-cord

Let us thank Nature's fate for
Connecting us by an invisible
Umbilical Cord of LOVE