My life is not written by me,
that is what i realize slowly growing up
if i cry, it is because of them
if i laugh, it is because of them
i live every moment just because of them
"them" are the people who decide my life
I realize that the people live for the sake of others and not for themselves
and so do they make me live for them as well.
so  many sacrifices, so much unwillingness always stay on my heart,
like the anchor of the giant ship is weighed on my chest alone
Why should i change, why should i sacrifice, why should i loose my interests...
these are the questions that go on and on in my head
but the answer i always get..."if it is for the people you love, then it is for yourself".

The misty clouds conjured the light
The strong winds broke the hush
Flowers blooms in the gleam of the moon
And the stream of water seems as still as a glass.
As we lay on the grass which is as soft as a silk quilt
We gaze upon this lovely sight in tranquillity.
The birds sing and the Phoenix dance to this beautiful night in nature.
As I see him beside me..bathed in the moonlight resembling a look of attractive glow
I've watched him in silence with a coquettish conception
And thought to let open my gates of love.

The dark seizes the light,
the wind drives the din,
left alone in a ghastly night
scared and terrified of the dark.
The wolves howl and the owls hoot
and the trees gaze upon my suffering.
The hideous cold traps my strength and my hope plummets through time
but i carry my sword and my faith through this dreadful night,
having faith to live and reason to fight.
I gathered the sticks and lit the fire to keep warm by the heat.
I killed a beast, burned the meat and cleaned my blood sword.
Made a shelter, built a wall to survive this dangerous site.
now,as i lied down to watch the glimmering stars and gaze upon on the shinning moon
i slowly fell in daze and waited for the light