I don’t cry for any lost love  I don’t cry for failure  I don’t cry for any tormented loss  I don’t cry for luxury  I cry for myself  I cry for my own being  I cry for my presence, my existence 


I embrace your dulcet voice whenever I hear it. It suddenly manumits me from all the worries.  The other second, as I look into your eyes, it takes me to another world and all I want is to sail it with you forever. 


And that one speech in rage So vehement and puissant Disclosed the doors of the heart Such true and effectual Leading to the change An advent of betterment  And that night and those tears  Couldn’t justify her pain And that night went harsh  That kept her wailing hard  One side, unbearable loss  The other side,… Continue reading Rage