I breath through Sheets of everlasting words.
Under the stripped trees in a pear… Winter, there i found a white blos… Dropped in a muffled sound-like And it formed A surface,
All i see is vain The vain of a callous step father The vain of two truthful drunks The vain of a petty elder lady The vain of a mosque shoe thieves
A destiny must do nothing but wand… In doubt of ones approval and jot, All that one as done and most of What one are yet to do; And surely stride will be exposed…
I love us more when its peak And our Presence had been starved To see.
This could Be Magic Only if You
A part Of my head Is hurting A part that Needs to
I call you Art Beautiful, interesting Expressive, talented And yet so delicate.
I have learned about success and i will forever crave for, I have learned about life but Life will stay complicated to me, I have learned about women
There is this thing It frightens me and Scary at the same time, They are tiny voices Very small but weirdly
Love for thee are naught, For every tears and every Pain love claimed will rot, Love to thee will glance no noon, For my heart will gently gain numb…
I am Incredibly Lucky Check me out In few years
I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer
I don’t try too hard They can’t help Enough but loosen Their shacks and Jump down from their
Oh God What would Do Without My hands,