This bliss is not in any paradise. This bliss is not in any paradise.

I write a poetry of herm I met her somewhere out of the blue, I write a poetry of herm I met her somewhere out of the blue,

Whenever we were alone they have been our crew. Whenever we were alone they have been our crew.

I thought when we will meet, It is going to be the rain of Roses.. I thought when we will meet, It is going to be the rain of Roses..

Suddenly she pushed me away And slapped me a bit hard, Suddenly she pushed me away And slapped me a bit hard,

I write a Poetry of her, When I first met her... I write a Poetry of her, When I first met her...

I write a poetry of her, Of when I first met her... I write a poetry of her, Of when I first met her...

Then how can I write, The power of pen is still alive. Then how can I write, The power of pen is still alive.

I was just and will be Even if I'm considered as insane. This system is pulverising the leaves of ... I was just and will be Even if I'm considered as insane. This system is pulver...

We say We have religious freedom. But only, If it's our own religion. We say We have religious freedom. But only, If it's our own religion.