It's tough and fun, both, to be here,
For moments to complain seem mere.
The past has died and the future hasn't born yet,
And today is the only day, you've met.

Time is invincible, and situations inevitable,
Let you be a kid till you die, and your life still a fable.
Pry this moment and feel extreme,
Cry and bleed for what you dream.

Be insane and don't worry to commit crime,
Contented you stay and everything's in rhyme.
You'll be thought insane, while dancing,
To who wouldn't hear the music while glancing.

Live with what's there in your heart's shelf,
Live the everyday to live for yourself.

I want to hear music,
Till my breath stops,
Till my hands stop waving,
Till my heartbeat stops making me feel 'I'm alive',
Till my legs make me move,
Till my mind stops imagining,

Actually this is what music is,
It gives chances to live.

I want to hear music,
As it inspires me,
As it shakes my fears,
As it brings tears,
As it trusts me,
As it loves me.

Music and me, have a tryst in between, we share both, happiness and sadness, we understand each other, we love each other and we believe in each other.

I have known this place for years,
Every voice is now familiar to my ears,
I have looked around, I've pried these views,
It's all same for me now, nothing makes me amuse.

For to live, I want to search places,
I want to look into some new faces.

I don't wish to be a historian, or an archaeologist,
But I want to find, where the art of love exists.
I want to run,
I want to fly,
I want to see the moon, the sun,
I want to get hurt from the gravel,
This is what I want to do, I want to travel.

I don't sleep,
all the night I weep,
I love waiting for the birds' chirping than living in the silence,
And all the mad dance my heart does, makes some sense.

I think the deepest I can,
For how fragile can be a man,
It's all endless to me,
To question and answer,
To unfold the stories I've been writing.

The music of my soul trails me forward,
Introduces me to the words of hope.

My eyes don't shatter even in the darkness,
'Cause they believe in the diminished light here,
Soon the sunshine reaches me,
Saying, still for the life these thoughts are mere.