time and again i come back here..
mostly at times when i face my fears..
framing my thots and my reactions..
thru wrds i try to follow my passion..
for my princess i wrote, drenched in luv..
even for my angel, though a couple of..
som for the ones who are still close to my heart..
n i do expect them nvr to depart..
phrased my lines with the pain i bear..
showered wishes upon d ones who r dear..
wrote to find reason with my hearts mutiny..
fought big wars with my destiny..
my lines were forgotten.. so were my wrds..
the hidden meanin, often got unheard..
the frog in the well or the bird in the sky..
as if it was always just d woes of som guy..
srsly i don know wot i feel right now...
everythin just feels pretty blank somehow..
my poems r always my truest form..
thru these I hav tackled many storms..
as a brother to 1, and a friend to some..
even to a dear girl whom i call my mom..
i dedicate this poem as a token of my respect..
for you all hav becum my poems subject.. :)
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