With the passing of each second,
everything grows old...

It absorbs, in its enormity, the little light...
It expands beyond all boundaries of ugly porches...

I am the toy.
I am the child...

Life is really short..
Live it the way you feel happy in...

What am I up to?
I dont really know it well...

Whats Wrong??
The consised dead window of these small...

It feels nothing when its numb.
The senses stop responding...

Ye subah kitni khoobsurat lag rahi hai.
Mano ek arse ke baad ye khilkhilakar hasi ho...