The little pleasures,
The simple gestures,
In spite of everything,
when everything seems fading.
The perfect winters,
where sun plays hide and seek.
The rains which are often missed.
Of all the things,
Which made me,
I want my WORDs back to me.
How can I let thou leave,
you are a reliever
You make me believe.
But, when I find you lacking,
my heart breaks.
It pains,
it drills.
But, nowhere can I reach
the destination which is Insane.
If Prayers could be moulded,
I would ask:
To get me my happiness and peace.
Words.. my words!!
