thought world is bitter
bitter with lies, sour of miseries
when the naked truth was invisible
nah, by any means seemed different
it wasn't perfect but it was enjoyable
the burning sun out of nowhere
became the beauty of bright
the once chirping birds voice
turned to be angelic as I wake up
the rain causing floods still has  power to bring smile on farmer face
the age that grown playing songs
and the unknown faces
which made memories
wasn't that bitter, just unpleasant
yet delightfully sugared with laughs

standstill under the sky
see there, up in the sky
the night star catching your attention
shining, twinkling the most ,I'm there
way up in the sky
to see you
looking down at you
back over the moon
through the misty clouds,I'm there
way up in the sky
smiling at you
seeing myself in your eyes
sending the breeze from my heart
could you sense me
so laugh now, I'm there
way up in the sky
to comfort you from miles
rooting for you, looking at you
whispering the love to fairies
this cold night I'll cease it
to see you alright, look up
I'm way up in the sky
please just see me, I'm there
way up in the sky

And like a small boat on the ocean
you left me in the world of illusion

people never fail to marvel me
just out of curiosity I fantasize each one
peculiarly I daydream; dream of
how someone can be **** awestruck
the other nonchalant schmuck
there's no wonder the most smiling
indeed must be so despairing
maybe i'm wrong , maybe right
like how you say - " don't judge a book by its cover"
in the eyes of thine one is warm hearted
and one is cold hearted
humankind of materialism and raphs exist too
people ralph others secrets
there are some concealed to pinky promises
i hear every now and then,
individuals saying we know each other well
i ponder how well!
like how i used to believe i know all about her
when literally i don't even know a speck of hers
people are amazingly amazing
we think we know everything
but the truth is we never know
the heart on one's sleeve
some are blue
some are pale
some are butterflies
and some are chameleons
one kind remains colourful throughout and,
the other kind changes with circumstances
people always confuse me with their personalities
they are parallel imitating same echo
seems to long along howbeit ne'er coincide

what inspires you to write?
the leaves holding tiny rain drops or
the sun shining mirage them as pearls

what inspires you to write?
is that the feelings in your heart or
the lyrics on your head

what inspires you to write?
the pen you hold or
the voice of the angel you hear

what inspires you to write?
is it the tragic of the new moon,or
the magic of the rabbit hidden in full moon

what do you write for?
for the words that can't come out of throat or
for the words that can heal wounds

what do you write for?
to the person you're in love with or
the person you've never seen

what do you write for?
whether the people to read you or
the people to understand you

what do you write for?
for the name tags after your name or
for the name you think everytime you write

I ask you , why are you writing?
I ask you , what are you writing for?