What a web, life becomes !
Me hanging between two worlds,
One pure work of art
Other a junkyard of materials.
Disillusioned by the senses at this time,
Walking on both the paths.
Poundring the whole heart in one,
And sacrificing mind in another.
Unable to hear voice of soul,
Lying on the banks of hopelessness.
No religion, no friends & no love
So lonely in the crowded world.
Wanting to paint new lines,
On the canvas of dull life.
Arise a sun of light and hope,
Wanna be at horizion of brightness,
To find a path chosen by me only,
Far from rush to way of self-contention.