Rohit Sapra

(7 August 1984 / Gwalior)

Alive Finally


Will be Alive
Still will be alive
Even though, life will turn into a twister
Twister, which twists
Every good thing into evil.
Even then evil I would not be
Twists are going to be
Pulsation is going to rise
Everything is going to increase in warmth
Oh, for a change I feel little romantic
Romantic, so romantic
That sweetness is increasing
Heart is beating at an increased pace
To tell me I am not just a loser always
Sometimes, I do things right too
That is just the way to do it
Accurately, by dreaming about love
Love, then love will surely rise
To appear in front of me
With a meaning of to be forever
I feel little alive finally, romantic, so romantic is my mood
Just wish to not stop expressing myself, the dreams are starting to come together
I see love, feel some love
Actually, it feels good to feel it
Alive, I am again, finally.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, May 29, 2013

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