I want my life to be engraved,
in my own feeble words
It's a faultless lie, taking twists and turns in times,
Rather a broken pot, ever fills life's meaning in It's fullest.
fading away its innocence as nearing destinations,
a mere pretence , so here elegies but ..
wants a miracle to be sane of the sanes
sometimes faith fills hopes , they hope not
my heart spills blood then.
Tainted hopes reap life's daydreams
the feebles die in real dreames, unknown,
nor makes stories
who's there to dream a simple dream ,
who's there to dream a simple dream
I know not ,but I was a dream-
who dreams real dreams.