its pouring like a dark lord ,on this shiny weather .
full of infinite spaces and places of rhythmic amusements.
from one view to another, from one him to another this,
effort required even to believe in the presence of the present.
feeling crazy, loving his hazy form ,willing to cross him through to meet me.
sensitive view, following a changing pattern of outcomes.
i m in love with the concept of soul..
i will for sure bring it out of that black hole…
attracting towards the oppostite pole…
i m singing along with the colors i throw…
black or white or something thats not right…
lets be in him ,lets try to see him like a snake with a fin.
let him fly ,let us try..
while on that journey ,lets try to catch his eye.
glimps of eternity on the glide,
there’s too much ego to kill our pride.
now while i zoom into his eyes ,i start seeing myself.
the better i know me the more i try.
i m trying to hide myself in the self image i buy.
i cant talk to myself frankly ,i m so shy.
now when the wind blows ,the birds start singing
kill that eagle he’s a bad guy..
