She's the daughter who is easy to forget,
The face he just can't seem to remember...
The Heart is the Door to True Beauty
.............{ For Jeannie...
Deicated to Sonam
You and me were as perfect as can be...
I am sick of thinking
It’s all my fault...
I know who you used to be.
I know it doesn't mean much to say that anymore...
There is a fire inside you that burns
A restless force of eternal concerns...
Life is a just a journey, where one ends,another
begins; is there any truth behind these lies...
As many others the lad had lived
through pain and joy...
This poem explains how I'm feeling about finishing...
Its been a while now,
Since we properly spoke...
My beloved ones,
When I die, do not grieve over me...
Standing on a ledge
Staring at the rocks...