Oh i was so tired when came back
when set at seat just was dreaming
How to tell you what was dreamed that time
I remember its unknown and everlasting end
When i met You firstly in life
You covered the soul and mind
You sketched Your picture deeply
With golden inks with hunter's eyes
The tragedy of life is nt that it ends so soon It is the start of strong Life but we see upon the closed door and wait too long to begin it.Better by far that you can forget and smile well than that you should hurt yourself.
You ve the choice to choose to be sad or happy what ever you choose that what you ll get it. No one is responsible to make someone else sad or happy.No matter whatever most people get in life and accept it as true.
Behind my artificial smile is a weeping heart.Inside smiling face i ve a hurting soul falling apart.Whenever you ll come and look closely me the boy I am..is nt me.
Only Allah knows and would nt give me any hope which i could nt handle.I just wish It did nt understand me so much..and It did nt trust me so much