Life is a river.
Music is its flow.

Sometimes swimming,
Sometimes drowning,
I enjoy its melodies.

This life river takes turns,
Scenes change on both its banks,
Sometimes they are colorful and bright,
Sometimes they are gloomy and grey.

But I will trust it and flow with it,
enjoying all its scenes,
for I know in my heart, that,
all of it is just a play,
just a play,

And this harmony,
this melody,
is what is true...

© Manan sheel.

Oh how I long for that starry night,
When my wings grow,
And I finally take a flight,
Letting my heart flow.

A rose’s right is to bloom,
Letting her petals show,
Forgetting my doom,
Up, far away I go.

Among the stars,
To them I must swear,
That I will caress my scars,
Till the end, that’s only fair.

My thorns shall disappear,
In love I pledge my trust,
For it, I cheer,
To believe in it, I must.

Loss is a moment remembered,
           but the memory of those live on
       within the moments we remember.

We never forget those
    who where a light within the moments
                                                      of our lives,
even though gone they still shine bright

You may be as bright
As an April sky
But darling
Even the Sun
Casts shadows

In the night full of stars
I found you shinning bright.
I wonder and wonder,
Is it real or a dream
Hard to believe yet I found love in your eyes it's so surreal.
I wonder whether to kiss you or just stare in your eyes forever.
Whether to end this moment or make it shine.
Choice is easy yet difficult,
But I'm ready
I'm ready to choose your happiness over mine.
I'm ready to let you go
To let you find your peace and to let you find your  home which you would never find in me...!!
Just for you..

The moon shines brightly
My soul is bounded to it
And I fell in love

I sink in sadness when I think of the parking lots we used to make a fortress
you still exist in every 2 am
we made the most of the night and we made the most of the daylight
passion never burned so bright in the afternoon
you kissed the indentations in my shoulders and I don't think anyone will ever understand my silence as well as you
lay beside me and teach me the art of saying goodbye
the only thing we never perfected