I will find my way to reach you. In beneath a summer moon I learnt to crawl from a wuthering storm I learnt to fly and by an unleashed demon, now I know How to run like a wind. I can stand against the world because I never let my shangrila weep.
A recluse, probably bound to be. With all the efforts and time declared as lifeless and numb. Raging and screaming but voice were unheard Scripting, rhyming and styling the writing Its a state of unconscious gamble for light Or just to deliver the message to her who were always unkind Dusty sight is causing moist … Continue reading For what a recluse writing for
First I rise For a piece of heaven I crawl. Than I fall again the old me start to remorse. I am an outcome of this infinite revolt Every day I rise, everyday I fall.
Love me, because its never gonna be listed, as one of your big mistakes !!
If you are not beautiful people never notice you You hardly receive invitation, You stand on the corner of those photographs, may be you don’t appear For you there’s a thousand of commercials, products “how to become beautiful to grab attention” because they knew you are unknown They won’t cast you even if you can … Continue reading Profound Beauty