HERTLINGS..............

Dear heART,
 

What would you be earning ,when You choKe Yourself ?
Why would you cry for decuiling girl and harrazing relation ?
What will you be Owning,
At the time when your strings drop off ?
Why do you roar  in greif for Something that is Nothing ?
 

You  haven't seen the World Outside.
And it is seen  enough selfish.
Only me that could understand you..,That how you Die on Her..

So break my Breathe,and I am not selfish to set you freee...
Here after you can be her's for Ever..........

CANVAS..

The walls of road ,shall be honoured
Souls of pain reach to decree the Vengeance
Soon, very  soon...
It might be punished,YOur sin.

But cannot the past is that would suffer
May not the future is Paused at the storm break.
All is harmed is  the presence to Arose my people...

As the breeze of blood wasn't listed in the Flavour of Hunting.
It was the scent of Jest..

Fasten the every light in your path,
So the warriors are brightened with the golden Gesture  of Lanthern.
They come YOu the  whole as they bring you the soul.of Mother's GLory..

Long LIve warriors !
 AS the History Starves for YOu to encript Itself, 
WIth the INk  that shall never fade..

tRUE WARRIOR

With the thunders  wrapping Around you.
You move accompaining the hopes of thousands.
Venturing the sounds of clash louder untill it reach our ears , you fiGHt.
What cresents you desire other than our fineness...
 Roaming alone in your shadows , I WRITE your rememberence...

To hear goodness , as the song you revolute at the stakes of Time...
So the fire you praise and raise in our hearts ,at our a-home,
Is the burning reason,We donate our seconds of the glorius worship,
To your feet to be written and marked with blood in the Historian Bilble.

You the fearless,
Chanting your names wil the songs be Woven in the thoughts of Poets .....
Hope my Pen hs bought thousand lif'e pryers from  god TO ACCord your biography.

I dream of you every click of the clock,
So you shine as the sparking Sun througjh the foam of suppression..

Need not worry my brothers.....They hold Our Flag ....
No need to doubt ,they own the War at our side..
Roaming awake to wake the thousands...in your shadows..
I WRITE your rememberence....

WAITING...

Bringing the catostrophe , you unlimb the Mountains of my feelings..
So many languages the Mind of me can soup,
Neither it recognised the ascent  of your words
Nor It Maps  your Precise smile to its Way...

Why was you await whaen incarved love of mine was portrayed ..on walls of my World.

Raw feel on me Is what your eyes suspect me Off.
Knowing alone is the Way that I should take back home,
You selfish made me through half path at you reach..
Alone is you,
Abondoned my ship with Something broken in the chest of me.

Were you still awake and asouled as it was darkened night,
without your breathe  on chilling breeze of my..in active Life.
 

Praising your return home,
Is the diseases ,for medication I required..

I am Unbroken piece of pearl in the lane of shine..
waitng for you to be worn...
 

HIM favour of dreams....

All the world strains like a Reflection from YOU.
You showed Him a way to  walk without You.
It was no hard fossil for me to walk,but all  that hurts is to walk without you.

As you said ,him saw many images but none have heart like you  to have a Print.
I have been speaing on you every lousy second.. like a farmer.
With his head towardsthe sky,
For the blossomed  blackish clouds,
Having the hope of plenty waters to Rain.
I have been counting  all These DAYS ,as the weapon WAS rusting for the need of revenge.

At the end this is the Toy story,
I will give up  thousand  lakes of Sands just for your worthy,lovely TEAR.
You broke my strings that never ,ever Tie up Agian.
And my heart is not empty,but with all your Mirages.
As your name on my hand still shines..?
Him heart fears  you a lot  as it is haunteD by She.

Be on  the  word as You were neve...r.
BUt be this time once foer ever a life's wrong guess ..
Cry once today......for yourself as they way you look...
No pain to serve your Gratitude ,no more hunt is  to be done on the compassion of My Crush.

Angel ! Do  the roaming charges apply  in your heART  ?

The Last Refuge..

The way you walk ,
Is the way as the river swifts down  cursing the blaze on the firm hill.
With the colour's of sounding Heavens,
Making peaceful musical notes around the ,
My heart RINGING the bells Of Christmas.
Him eyes get elated ,to see She in the Thousand framed Slow motion picture,
As the nature's smile at Him,similar to the enthusiastic painting portrait by Angel's.

You recite in my life,
And cherish my pleasures with care,
But  they ll my thoughts just breaks down  as flakes of DREAMS.
SO,the truth must not be denied,how hard may be it to the heart,
That I'M bleated in blood On your CRush
But I'm also happy to Contend you in prior my leaving.
Can't you find me no more ,just as the Dusk can't REACH THE dAWN.

The mighty sky slapped my Face with the THunder,
And the fairy rain split in my eyes.
Because ,eyes still wants to hold on toyou,
As they forgot,
                    "Beauty of sunset can be seen only for  a second of the entire Day"

Last words of a SOLDIER

Regards to mother....,
The flesh of yours ,is the body i live with and is binding me with your  Hunger..
I see today you have least relations to bother,
ALL these newer days ,your fingers are getting timid as they can't hold it any more this SIN.
As the blood on the face of your sons and daughters You see.
Brings the Tears  of past in our eyes...MOther

The gift of you,to me the first birthday present is  to realise and propagate me towards my destinic freedom.
As this Idea has taken birth through my heart to FLEE You from the clutches of deadly imperilistic demon .
Don't You worry the demon which is a weed in my farm,
With the blessings of your sonsin the Heaven  it will get crushed.
In field when i plough my farm called Nation ,with the Blood you gave.And is like burning fire.....
As my blood has only one colour,so are my eyes have one dream...
Which I dream of Everyday till You are FREED.