Of roses and others more
Of lovers and jewels of ore:
I collect tears from bright pink fears
And Gregorian chants for my ears.

Of roses and others more
Of poses and artists' core:
A glance of lavender and thyme
As souls swing through time.

License to die,
Contract to ****,
That was the deal,
Buried my heart,
Wore a mask
And blood spills

Inhumanly human,
Tears floods my heart,
Yet, I stand head high
Even with death
Staring into my eyes

Chanting,
No guts!
No glory!
For I am a lethal weapon
And no one dies twice!

As I leave my body
I remain loyal
To Alfa,
Died a Romeo for my country,
Served as Mike,
Till we meet in Yankee,
Even in afterlife my symbol is peace
But my loyalty belongs
To the
Alfa Romeo Mike Yankee.

©Nalli

Things are always not in same order
They get broader and broader...
Take me as an example
Time ago my heart was temple
Now I don’t care anything as I used to
I was not treating people as I do…
My heart was broken many times
But I fool was busy in making rhyme…
People make fun and say I don’t have mind
Someone please go and tell them
I have mind but you don’t have kind
Things are always not in same order
They get broader and broader…
To have someone our heart act
But after sometime it becomes contract
This is surely not god’s creation
If u acts just natural
You will always remain bachelor...
Don’t be what you are and be a fool
Show the world what you can and remain cool..
This is today's happy life mantra (chant)
Live life king size is only a sapna(dream)
Things are always not in same order
They get broader and broader...