People say Men don't cry

But many may feel, Some may cry
And at the end of day most get dry...

Voices from within says why should I rest
when I know myself is made of numerous tests.Test after test, like Volcano I guess.
Volcano erupts and splits all the stuff out
Burns everything in a way and pushes ashes in to the clouds.

And Beauty of nature is, it never slobs.
Tourtue beyond volcano, it never stops.
Wiser you get, this is how it costs.
It takes fertility of volcano & the Mother nature re-grows.
And this is how I cry consistentantly growing in my Love flow.

Offcource it hurts, but nobody ever have a choice. Love is poured and again there is a voice.. This is the punishment I should have to hurt you, but this is also reality that I really miss you..

New grown man waits to see you again, since I know we are together even before we ever began. Remember we are the star dust we have bigger aim, and this is just another growth part in our vain. So let's just hold each other in this tough rain.

If I am ever called Love, you're the depth of it..And I will never be honoured, without The Touch of it.
And believe me dear we aren't better alone, since we are meant to be together like a big Love Cyclone. Let the cyclone run burning like wild fire, and let the ashes rinse thereafter and The Love shall once again rise higher..

Again I admit this man does cry,
but one has to look for tears, and one will find Love Rainbow in which she can freely fly...