My tragedy is no peculiar. It is as ordinary as a street dog. I struggle and cope with my wants, my needs,my desires, me deeds and my dreams. I am not disillusioned, only a bit translucent. Maybe, I f...
Fight, face, be valiantand move ahead you gallantDon't stop, don't hidewalk with pride.No life is forever sereneNo plains are eternally green...
Love is an urge to be with himWhen the first raindrop falls.Love is an ecstasy, the joy you feelWhen his presence is sound.Love is a tender tickle when youSit alone thinking of him.Love is a tear of h...