writting is an art to rejuvenate the inner conscious, cleanse our mind and express our selves to our very own life
An ode to nobody.... An ode to nobody....
I saw a man, In torn and tattered clothes, I saw a man, In torn and tattered clothes,
For it expressed all that the words couldn't. For it expressed all that the words couldn't.
Not to anyone but to yourself. Not to anyone but to yourself.
A faint white ray that shone, It felt familiarly unknown, A faint white ray that shone, It felt familiarly unknown,
It deserved something more. It deserved something more.
A NEW STORY A NEW STORY
PAINFUL THAN PAIN PAINFUL THAN PAIN
'Equal rights' are demanded because they are not provided. 'Equal rights' are demanded because they are not provided.
I was walking when things froze, I was walking when things froze,