I do not know What I am?

Who I am,

What I am,

I do not know,

I cannot say,

What other thinks

About Me.

But I think that my feelings

In my heart,

Is like a Beautiful flower,

And,

I am trying 

The best of things to think 

And to do,

I try to keep my Innocence 

In My Heart like a child.

 

My heart has

Beautiful dreams,

Woven in colorful light.

In my heart,

I have the hundreds dreams,

Out of these derams, desires flow,

Desires are to be well defined,

To be sympathetic

To the human sufferings,

Along the emerging ideas

I am tall inside deep, 

Visionary mind,

Soulful worker,

Of the call of the human spirit, 

To fetch the water of love, 

Of course,

One is responsible 

For his own actions,

I know dream loses 

in the fairy land,

In search of happiness stars.

I smile in the midst of 

Hundreds of pains,

I build a house of happiness

In the sky,

Feeling thirsty,

I kiss the moon's lips,

No fear of losing,

My mind is like the sea.

Happiness act only

With wide eyes,

To walk forward 

with a handful of sunshine 

In my mind.

I believe,

That a Falling Sky Is Not 

One Man’s Problem.

I want to smile 

Like the beautiful red sun,

It is natural that 

Colorful dreams are

shattered again and again,

I know that

The heart needs for smiles

 On the basis of hope.

Many have the bad reputation

Because of bad influence,

Abused as a child,

And,

That's not an excuse to be wild,

Because

One was treated badly,

Doesn't give him the right,

Those would not be,

And cannot be grounds,

To make others unhappy.

Do not be trapped in lies,

Loving oneself is truth,

It does not mean selfishness,

Donot be selfish,

Be wise ...

If only one knows and accepts

The REALITY 

Who is He  

And,

His living in a forceful life,

Things will be better someday,

He would get happiness in Life.

I know that 

One day death is certain,

I will die,

You will

And I will be very lonely

In the dark room,

No one will be around me.

I must forget the past behind,

As

No matter,

How rich one is, 

He will still end up in grave, 

So why waste the time on vanity?

is my misery,

Another day is my misery too.

When a night comes ,

I'm filled with hopes that tomorrow 

Will be much more promising.

The same hope,

Always has been carried for years now.

A silent voice I hear saying to me,

To be filled with the hope out of ashes.