They call me blessed,
But then I wonder;
Is being unlucky called being blessed?

Then they call me lucky,
Just because I survived;
Do they compare me with someone who died?

They want me to rejoice,
But what they call life,
Is always being in a mood to celebrate called life?

No.
It's called lies.
Incapacity to face the real truth.

Yes.
I will rise,
To give a surprise..

When the Sun rises at dawn,
When the darkness falls off,
When the memory fades away...

As the story goes on,
New leaflets are turned,
The suspense can only deepen!

Yes, I have seen a garden in my dreams...
Initially, it was completely in the greens...
But now the decay has started setting in...

Darkness engulfs the garden even in broad daylight...
Bleakness of my replies deepens as the garden erodes away...
The stench of decay and death overcomes the scent that was...

I have lived multiple lives in a go...
Have lived that of a miracle man...
Have lived that of an iron man...

She accused me that I have a negative ego...
But no, I just have a diamond heart...
And I have my own principles...

Calling whom a ****** rascal?
Me? No way you can do that.
You have your exams, go prepare for them, don't abuse me in panic.

It suggests me that even my hair should turn grey now...
I have lived more than many that life chooses to ditch sooner...
But the fear of death doesn't scare me since long...

Trust me when I say,
I am used to losing,
And I react only when I sing...

My skin is icy,
My head is on fire.
I seem to be in oblivion,
Barely able to seek.

Love is greater,
Than any evil.
*Known to man..

Just jump.
Maybe you will find yourself,
When you hit the bottom.