Me,a melting pot,
Under the scorching realities,
Reducing in awesome space,
Without any natures grace,
Let me be lost forever before l meeting you,
As l firm on my belief that you will slip and wither,
Much before l see you.
For several years my vain expectation,
You sit there on your butt, then you call me lazy.You call me ugly, but you the one loading your face with make up. You call me dumm, but you ask me for help. You call me, you slag me off behind my back. Then when you need something your all over me asking me to do this and that.
In the deserted rented homeland
Are strewn the dust-painted awnings
No sun peeps out, but hovers the fog
No wind blows save the constant chill
Another year has dissolved
Like both the notes of the bird
In the colossal firmament!
Past is summer
Winter is on the track
Chill is blowing
Life has derailed
Your hair is dark as the night.Your blue eyes looks like the moon.sparkles like water.your smile is the felicity that is with in me.who else can take a beauty title except you ?you laughter is birds in mumbai.your past remind me of Agira.your skin reminds
iam man with no crown .if i stay here iwill go down.
my land of unting languages.the is my land pounds in my hand ,jewllery like emerald in the land
I feel happiness When I am alone I feel myself like High floating clouds When I am alone As I can escape myself From boring discussion From careful talking
You are dressed on a black coat and walked in magesticaly like a demigod of old. You shut the door with a command and yet not satisfy with population at hand. You walk around discerning appearance. ”When i was like you” begins your jagons. You praise yourself. Yet none as written anything about you on […]