Meet me where the end starts. It may be the moment of the end of a shooting star. Now, I m a part of that endless heaven, where there are only departed souls. Have you ever seen beauty waiting for something? So, don’t cry, you can find me in all your breaths. May we are coward, it’s a task of God, Our love is fake, or true as he wants? I m in the rest of blue, being a part of nature. Meet with me where the end starts. It may be the moment of the end of the shooting star.

Lemme be down and disappear. Think, she is nothing just a rumour. Memories! burn it down, burn it down. don’t let your feeling grow for me. In the Dept of the bottomless sea. you should follow the way which is true at the end. Im just a stranger and a stranger always. My soul is neither adopted, nor a shit. but I go there, where I m fit. Lemme be down and disappear. Think, she is nothing, just a rumour. love! burn it down, burn it down.

He was like a star, and I
thought, I knew what I was
chasing.
His eyes was looking at
everyone except the one who
is waiting.
Nothing to say, as I was not
unknown or unaware of my
madness.
And what if I say he was a
bad boy, would you be ok
with the reason of my
falling?
He used to smile like a rose
bloom from the deep sleep.
Aaha, Who could have said
that he too has some sorrow?
I little peaceful it was of
staring at him in the middle
of the class.
Although, I’m end up with
nothing.

THE UNTOLD WORDS HIDES AN UNTOLD STORY. I THINK, I SHOULD LET IT BE AS IT IS. HOW MUCH MY HEART SCARED TO BE ALONE ALL I REALISE AFTER HIS GONE. THE TEARS FLOATS IN MY EYES AS ALL SHE NEEDS ONLY THAT PRINCE BACK. HOW MANY MORE DAYS WILL CINDERELLA HAVE TO WAIT? I THINK, THESE BURNS ARE NOT OF FURY.                IT’S OK, IF MY FACE ISN’T LOOK SO PALE. ALTHOUGH IT ISN’T TOO LATE. I PRAY SO HARD AND WISH THAT TO KEEP HIM WAITING UNTIL I COMES TO HIM. I WOULD BE GLAD, IF HE CAN WAIT.

WHEN I WAS PRETENDING TO BE OK, WHAT WOKE ME UP IN THE SILENCE OF THE DEADLY NIGHT?WITH THE WET PILLOW AND EYEFUL OF PAIN. I FOUND ME MOVING TO MY WOODEN DESK. EVEN THOUGH MY MIND WAS EMPTY AND HAVE NO ENERGY TO GAIN. IN THE TENSION OF WERE MY FUTURE GONNA HOLD? AND NO OPTION OF GOING BACK. I REALISED, I’M NOW ONE THE SHE OR HE BLIND STAR SEARCHING FOR LIFE. GENERATION BY GENERATION OUR HEART IS GETTING WEAKER. EVEN THOUGH EVERY SINGLE DAY WE THINK OF BEING FREE.