I don’t need your words for company Neither do I long for your emails I just need your silence And your shadow trails
This is the world of my Lord, My world heritage. This is the place where we belong, This is our stage.
You got stars on your skin And snowflakes in your dream. Your eyes, the glistening sparkles upon the meandering morning stream…
Bridges of wood have long been burnt, A trail of lies and truths unheard unspoken unaccounted for Supine yet paramount
Some thoughts are never frozen, Ideals are all rigid, not seized. Inspiration airs the burning coal, Neither they wait, nor awaits the goal. One who dreams through action,
A window full of moonlight Floods your bedroom…