The rusty compass points North,
Bewildering me in maximal loath,
The sails rattle, tremble in the storm,
That card game is our common norm,
They question, they suspect, my promises,
I shout, I brag about my experiences,
A heap full of treasures was the bait,
To gather this crew, before the fate,
Our food, our drinks have voided now,
I am a captain, cast away from their bow,
They gaze at me, with those deprived eyes,
I am lost in the maze of my own lies,
A week, a month, passes by,
Finally finally, some land in sight,
"Treasure, Treasure", a weak voice cries,
As I lie there, weak with my final bread slice,
I open my eyes, with a painful groan,
And you stare at me, with a puzzled moan,
"Treasure, Treasure", the weak voice cries,
As I absorb you, my angelic price.
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Haywire
My heart is breaking it's take
I feel
It's turning my FATE.....-
Thoughts are many but words are few...
Its only your heart so beautifull that I find in the crew...🥀-
Hypnotize in your eyes
Deep in to release my breath
Temperature rise and shine
None here to cool me again
Appear you ,I see through
This butterfly mask I put
Hide from the crew and
I See only you ...
This candle of my body
Turns to melts and no
Once light me again....
This Old candle
Anymore ....
Thanks for the price you show
Thanks for letting me know
Your response and I will see you
On another day with new candle of
Butterfly mask all again.....-
Stop searching for idols...
Thoes qualities are flattering around u...
Just look around in ur crew...
You will find jems worth admirals...
Take the good one's from them...
If possible correct there bad one's...
To sustain yourself in this every competing guns..
TIE you belive with ur crew....
As my friend they are the real jem to pass through...-
हमें नही आदत कि हम लिखें डाइरियाँ,
बस आती हैं याद तुम्हारी और बन जाती हैं शायरियाँ ।।-
तुम अपनी अच्छाई में मशहूर रहो,
हम बुरे हैं, हमसे दूर रहो.........।-