mixing thoughts,
fading vapour red hot...
no one in the mind...
like an empty ghost....
so no need of crying ,
when u have the gist of flying...
water cant be balanced...
this time will be passed.....
this time will be passed.....
this time will be passed.....
wet dark streets
chilled winter making lungs sweet
wraths of my thoughts
dancing on my heart beats
so no need of crying ,
when u have the gist of flying...
water cant be balanced...
this time will be passed.....
this time will be passed.....
this time will be passed.....
