It is often, that we tend to lose our inner self , Sometimes ’cause of time or probably when you can’t help. It tends to wear out the innocent child within you , Someone who used to be as fresh as a morning dew . All of it gone, to the far away kingdom, Where you can no more enter. For it is you, who had to leave it behind, Nothing of those lovely memories remain in your mind!
Now, when you look behind, There is this desire of yours, To try and go back to the land which was once yours. All this you have realized, After you have seen the world which is so priced! But, dear pal, it’s never too late.
Life is a constant struggle, Which we have to juggle. No matter what, just remember, That it is You, who is on top of those numbers!
Lost delights of mine, leave me not in unknown ways And all of our dandled days in my fortune’s hand Winder cold wails the wrong of death delays When cold wind blows into my desert sands She has turned within
Addiction to harmless Is accepted Addiction to harmful Is not advisable Addiction is submission Which involves Imaginations Addition is Pollution Which involves Revolution Addition is attraction Which involves Affection Addition is a fiction Which involves Correction Addition is a caution
Have You Ever Felt Like You Were Curse, Because No Matter What You Did, Things Was Just Getting Worse? Have You Ever Been So Depressed, That You Wanted To Die, Just To Get Away From Your Stress? Have You Ever
Alone and unwanted. Unnecessary and useless. Unable to satisfy. In need of replacing. The heat of the moment. Now died down. Left unfeeling. Mind still racing. A touch once hot. The passion now gone. No longer needed. No more devoured.