Life—what a cruel prankster you are.

My childhood
felt like a peaceful breeze—
beneath that breeze was a brewing tempest.

You threw me from grassland
into a never-ending abyss.
I tried to crawl out of it,
but you hurled back a rock called Expectations.

My soul, once cheerful,
was torn to shreds by your rock.
After facing the worst,
I tried to crawl again.
But then you cast a mystic pebble.

I glanced at it,
thinking it small and easy to conquer.
Yet reality struck again—
that pebble was an ever-growing giant
named Doubt.

Under these weights
my peace was crushed,
my sanity stolen,
my heart shattered.

Even after all this,
I tried to regain strength,
wanting to climb again.
Yet you showed me no mercy.

You sent toward me
an abyssal storm of Negativity—
devouring my mind, breaking my spirit.

Yet you stand there, menacing,
wanting to take more from me.
Even after sending me into that nothingness,
you still want more.

O prankster, stop with your prank.
I beg you, please—
return my peace.

You are my only swan,
Whose beauty graces the sky.
Your smile ripples my heart of water,
Your eyes pierce the soul of my existence.
Your laughter echoes through my mind,
And your voice calms even my turbulent life.
Your touch feels like the hand of an angel,
Whose warmth melted my icy soul.
In your presence, my soul felt whole,
In your absence, a needle poked a hole.
Yet I yearn for you,
As you are my only swan.

O city, once a heavenly sight,
How did you fade into soulless night?
O my friend, what can I say?
All was lost to a mighty wave.
Yet I remain to carry the tale
Of the city that all once hailed.
My friend, there was a time
When love flew like a rhyme.
Now deathly silence echoes like a grime,
Yet I say, I am fine.
O Lord, what is my crime?
All I wanted was just to shine.
O moon, still within my sight,
Just tell me… I am right.
O friend listening to my tale
Tell me how can I not wail
O city full of gritty
Let me tell you are the most pretty

Seed sown beside a towering tree
Grew roots in the ground, carefree.
Seed into bud, bud into tree,
Came into the world, a tiny pea.

The pea wept like a lonely bee,
Beside the tree, it found its glee.
Mother, you are my only dream,
You shine upon me like a beam.