Hey, spill out my mouth
I can feel the waves
the pressure could break this dam down

No wait for the feeling anymore
A flood is coming through
overcoming two
to wash out all the war

Contemplation, learn to let it go
Stop expecting some kind of reciprocal
act on selflessness hear the angels cry
Seek no longer, one becomes the miracle

You cannot give it away and fake it
I'll be the first one to say, we're all guilty
Of loving ourselves before the rest, please say nothing
It's something we all have to address before death
May seem to drive us crazy, but everything will be alright
This path may lead to breaking, you're false identity

Can you break, can you break , can you break,
can you break free from these chains

Man is not the devil
because he keeps secrets.

The sin merely lies
in the secret itself.

I feel pity for the one
Who hurts and sleeps soundly

                                                      ­            I feel pity for the one
                                                             ­     Who loves foolishly and gets broken

I feel pity for the one
Who believes himself worthless

                                                    ­              I feel pity for the one
                                                             ­     Who 'shunned' for unique ideas; gives up

I feel pity for the one
Who plays with the hearts of others

                                                         ­         I feel pity for the one
                                                             ­     Who scared of getting hurt doesn't try

I feel pity for the one
Who lives life plagued with regrets

                                                               ­         I feel pity for the one
                                                             ­           Who appreciates not what he has

I feel pity for the one
Who can't let go and move on

                                                            ­  I feel pity for the one
                                                             ­ Who can't sort out his priorities

And I feel pity for you and I
For we are all  guilty of these charges

To blame someone with something
you couldn't find in your self.

i dont know where my life is going,
i dont know where i am going,
but i know where i am...
but i dont like being here...
i want to go somewhere...
somewhere far away from here..
i find myself stuck here,
i think to find way out of here.
i think, think and keep thinking,
but what shall i do rather thinking.
i try to work hard...
i even fail to try hard...
i feel so weak,
i feel a gap,
i am missing something,
is that i need something?
if that something is someone,
then is she that someone?
then why i lied to her,
not once, many times.
why i said no to her,
not once, twice twice,
Not to one,
to the two.
Because i really didnt knew,
that what i wanted, needed?
But thought  she dint needed me,
she deserved the better!!!
i wanted to be that better...
not for her,for me...
for those who love me...
i want everyone to love me...
i want to be a big man,
a healthy wealthy rich man...
a hero, a love of all.
but dont know what to do...
to be free n move out of here...
i am stuck somewhere,
i wanna be out of here.
How to go, go out of here,
to that dreamworld,
where i want to be...
but i somehow feel that
i am not good at anything,
like i am not good at poetry.