Amritha Sri (05 april / hyderabad)

I trust the way I am.
Not choosed by someone.
Not chased by any one.
Feeling safe in the hands Praying God............

Thoughts fond of myself, has already rushed into future.
So as to descend into the presence, just had to mourne at my grave..
Please cool the life before it is cubed with the Worries.....
Ear is strange to confess what it heard....
From the deep wells of world, the HEARTS.

Knew heart is not adorable to anyone...............Confused Why I Cry?
Finding ways to miracle myself......
The life that none can choose is like be-ing Myself....

So that at least it is at it's own Ease, me thoughts to run Out-Off Afterlife....
I wish I could Fly like a semi major spidey,
In the streets....if to be happy.

As these goals of life have sheltered in my mind, as if it is a refuge camp.
I am not at peace to come off the fear of tomorrow.

NObody likes a sinking ship,
But mine is such one,

So try to patch before it is gone..
And is applicable to every ONE.