How could it be better
What I have, is my own time. What I don't has, is a role of it's user. Everything apart me, became my time. In my life, I am a non-existent cruiser. Enjoying moments are rare. One has to find it,genuinely; Despite being present everywhere. One has to feel for it, heartily; Savoring it every second with care. While, making one's life lovely. How could I say to you! The weird moments in my brain, Which often get evoke as feelings. Every-time, when I am with you. How much ever depressed I am! A glance at you would relieve me. Like a magnet, my eyes earns to see; The source of love, that left my heart in a jam. How it is happening, I am clueless. The emotions in me becoming words, Which are fusing into musical chords. The life of mine is down to poems of artless. How could it be better than before; The passions I get, the moment I see you. Whenever I thought, I may not get anymore, I always end up writing my t...