Be that voice which can ignore the echoes of the mountain.
Be that flower which can defy it's own thorns of pain.
Be that desert which can resolute each thirst without rain.
It's life, it's fate, you have to carry rumours and strained abstrain.
You are the pillar, you are the wall that can bear each forced blain.
Be resolve, be resolute don't let you be trapped in detain.

I have become that crippled castle which even after several strive unable to tread towards the shining doom and excepting whole heatedly heartache gloom.

There are self made walls set up,
And no light in the darkness to lit up.
Just like some scattered trust,
Through out one should must.
How can one initiate the way?
When encrusted by hidden ray.
Have the courage to feel the serenity,
Glare over atleast once for stability.
Trust is not optional excuse, it's a liable key,
To celebrate with open arms and not on knee.
It's a palace that store memories and tales,
And if not defended, then only sorrow it spells.

Fallen rock touched the waves
Breaking the faith of salinity
Avoiding the strive of abalone
Above the billowed underneath
Running drops comprising lives
Exerting the leftover to fate
Undertaken the curling of breath
Removing the hope of splash
Masking the skin of trawls
It's fate for the faultless slosh
To start from happiness &
Ended up in smiling contused form

Adopting the path of lies and leaving the way of truth, haplessly in the shadow of emotion.
Pulling the deeds for the sake of self destruction in forming reverse of motion.
Undiscovered & unveiled rush in the hidden core of liberated  heart's false notion.
Secretive fellow of hidden words lies to the most trustworthy sword & fear's remotion.