Climbing above with staring eyes, beyond all dust and surrounded fog, walking by hope with emotions to bits and beyond.


Saviours are converting into one, formed the garland of unnamed flowers, blooming in the garden of foe.


Wishing to be humane at cost of each heaven, culprit is favorite and stolen every mind's made rite.

A riot in the surface of heart smiling soul & mocking sense, full of absence & feeling the never felt interference.


Proud turned into pride, arrogance into smile and that rock into soft pedal.

Still afraid of falling, afraid of failing, afraid not to be in bits, but clutched by optimism of inner faith somehow with downing dusk.