The more i write,the more i get drifted away in my own words,
If you read between these lines and verses-you will discern myself in them!
Am the author who is both the heroine and villain of his own story!
The tales i tell,some portrying how europhic my life may seem,
Others well,unleashing the dark side of me..where there is no tranquillity and serenity!
Thats how its meant to be-fate right?
What you dont understand is that
I just dont want write
I want to be the author of my own destiny!
The part where i feel am in control of this mortal life.
Make everything bow to my will.
Most are the times i cling to this mental vicious cycle of desire,love and entangled emotions.
Call it pursuit of happiness!
I,you,we crave for something more
Something complete,to escape this illusion-life
The word perfection is not even close to what i need
I crave for something infinite afterall
I am a god!
Master of creation,-art masterpiece!