Almost dried up
I am in the pace of against own will...
Walking like dried leaf's
Over the deck of beautiful dancing garden...
You looks like illusion
And I am mirage of love...
But eventually locked in own thoughts
Firing a piece of doubts...and going against the beat...


Will my beating heart
will merge   with dream moon
before rising dawn

...or



the sanddunes in my mind
will broke me
like ashes of chain smoke....!!!