Like a stone I stand and see
And then see some more.
But always aloof or hiding the reflex.
Gray is the life as the guise.
Unheard, unseen but still a part,
Inside the arduous crust beats my heart.
Unusual reality of lone part.
And then see some more.
But always aloof or hiding the reflex.
Gray is the life as the guise.
Unheard, unseen but still a part,
Inside the arduous crust beats my heart.
Unusual reality of lone part.
awesome yaar....a really good thought....seeing life from a different sight.....
ReplyDeleteHehehehe....nt bd nidz...nt bad at all....im gettin inspired...!!!
ReplyDeletehey this is Ankush this side.............quite good. Keep it up.
ReplyDelete