mixing thoughts,

fading vapour red hot...

no one in the mind...

like an empty ghost....

so no need of crying ,

when u have the gist of flying...

water cant be balanced...

this time will be passed.....

this time will be passed.....

this time will be passed.....

wet dark streets

chilled winter making lungs sweet

wraths of my thoughts

dancing on my heart beats

so no need of crying ,

when u have the gist of flying...

water cant be balanced...

this time will be passed.....

this time will be passed.....

this time will be passed.....