In a petty span of life..
U shed colors with spikes having edge of knife..
Hoping you would be my beautiful winged wife.
Flying high in garden of passionate i-fe.....

Lonely Crusader....

Waiting Amidst the setting Sun,
With Withered Hopes numbered in a ton,
I still stand tall as a raging Hun,
With Lots many battalias to be won....
I am your Son.....

Tensions...
An array of Reflections........remembers me
An epoch of past life Imperfections...if u believe
Smiling Trees..and standing rocks are all manifestations..
which speak along with me the same quotations...
Am i amidst of a Tension..........????!!!!!!!