Your promises were all lies,
Those big words and promises ᴜ made.
I started to hate myself and feels like a joke now.
I was stupid enough to believe into young tongues,
And I feel sorry for myself that I fall into the play of young blood age.
Even I consider like-
I have been entertaining myself imagining my future within my own bubble dreams.
Waste of my years and my time but gratefully I am awarded with so much lessons.

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Still online?

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In your Every arrival I catch cold , yet this time I ask you to give me a cold heart. So that I can overlook the worldliness play without failing.

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The memories often visit me and,
I smile back stubbornly holding the tears.
I was afraid to lose you,
But was more afraid to caged you.

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I got serious with my life,
Then it added in my
dictionary A word traffic.
In the free mind,
Voicing different route
with epic thoughts, but still
trafficking by the imaginations
with the smell that the voice
won't go far and may be
not at all to reach at anyone's ear.

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"Living is so hard,
yet life is so beautiful."

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