The diary is incomplete ,pages are free
The words have lost meaning
The light has doomed
The familiar is surreal
I crave to the mankind
Where heart was kind
Now the mind is the gamer
You are my friend
Only if you have power.
Romance and beech
All miserable with the men
Eyes are blind , hearts are dead.
Look at the mother waiting for the child
One dismal and the soul is gone.
Ventroloquising the power of her child,
Mother goes to talking to her heart
She freezes for a moment
I die each and every moment.