life couldn’t b as much as I have given it up
it couldn’t be solitude
it couldn’t be a fire
the truth to nature is inhuman
my arms cramping
my eye sight misty
through a long destiny of sick she’ll
I grabbed up my breaths
to a symmetry
y couldn’t u feel my breaths
y couldn’t u seal my lips
with a sip of cold sighs I urged to be a fire
y o y? u cant make a shallow crisp
y u don’t measure love intensity of mine
instead u called it bad mist of my grave
u think life is a sublime courtesy
where nothing else but a little act of his deep minds
but it’s a controversy towards my survival
honney!! would u grab that feel of mine?
would u please make me feel a little more
I jumped through rivers of sand
crossing all way towards heavens to be with u
y u dont discriminate it in eternally
what a fool's paradise I survived
what a glimpse to shadows I climbed
I’m all way in love symptoms
purifying a glimpse of nature
where nothing else but a random crown
it’s not a palace theme neither a beggar theme
then where it prolonged
of course lacking behind in modesty
my hands empty
my mind deeply touched
with nature truth of my creator
happiness isn’t forever
neither a sculpture ‘s murmuring could b ever lasting
I am being on verge sight of his heart
give me a view of spark
to enlighten up my soul
coz I’m all rusty towards some deep vase full of blooming fire