Sometimes sweet relations turn into thorns....

Which once use to blossom from nyt till morns....

To obey the rules was expected out of me...

But guess this day is my destiny....

Mom dint ask me for lunch...

Seems like someone thrown me into bunch...

A bunch free of care and love...

Life could be this to...was not i observe...

Sitting on the dinning...

With tears in my eyes....

No one notices them.....haah.....its so nice...

Abandoned the love from ma heart...

An again loneliness dawns me....and tears me apart....

If i could have been rude and mean....

I could also have lived the life of my style...

But a pure heart is wat god gave me...

Why god why....???

I nw measure my life in fake smile....:-)......