Life is not a bed of granny’s bedsleep stories.
It’s a phase of disaster and glories…
O lord why you let me fall in a bondship…
Knowing that I to follow thou such hardship…
My life is not an open book…
Lord ,you have to understand me by hook or crook…
This was the day ,his first step into my dreamy rhymes….
Contented I, my eyes were reflection of thy shines…
Enchanting life,Enchanting dreams we went on watching…
Ah!! Imitating world,ruling situation went on stalking…
Slowly slowly I shifted this mind so vicious for me…
God, you kept on saying my dreams are not kept for me…
I pray you almighty… he live thy life leashingly…
God forbid me to leave his eyes tangled seemingly…
You are the ruling power,Yes o Lord…
Make me so strong or give me thy sword…
Where to see..this world of yours or my world of yours…
Moving out of one eye from parents or the one you pours…
Untangled words and tangled eyes…
Unresolvable questions seeking wise solution into skies…
Seeking answers,whether I am wrong or right…
Vicious this loving world round about making me stop and fight….
My eyes are mirror of these tangled dreams…
Fulfilment searching in my silent screams…
Make me so wise to step in there…
Or let me go and change forever…
Mishainks 