It was dark and cold

And only thing was heard

Was myself crying

Shivering and howling inside

the echos were thriving in my head

So,

The only place to hide

Was the staircase

Where no one came and walked by

Where only my voice was familiar the time

Where I was holding myself tight

and not letting anyone hear a thing

That would let them come by

My side

So my hiding place would be the stairs ...

Memory

Is

The one

I wanna erase

But

Not all of them

As some are

My plays

My days

But

Many are hard one to

Gaze

So can I erase?

The hardest play?...

I would be anything for you

Even a tree

Whose leaves are dry and dead

Or maybe moist and wet

I would provide my shade with love and devotion

And keep you cool inside

So you can be happy of what am I

I would be anything for you

Even a rock

Which is huge and strong

Or maybe a stone thats just small

All I ask for is your lotus feet

To touch that stone or rock

So I can be complete

I know we peop...

Is this new journey good enough to be true

Will it be decorated with flowers and sparkles

And the mercy of the absolute

I think it could be true

Cause I am doing this for the absolute truth

the one with black curly hairs

With big lotus like eyes

Whose lips are pink like a blossomed flower

And his ear are wearing golden rhymes

And best of it is the garland around his neck

With colourful flower...