The day when I took sight on my life I got to know, plenty of sentences which I read can't bring me peace.
Plenty of melodies which I listened can't bring me rest.
Because when I do write, the words wasn't mine
but thoughts actually
One thing which I can do for sure
Can see my past what I had done. Seeing my present what I'm doing. Will see in future what gone have done by Me
Some matters are out of bound we only can see what’s been up.
Just like a matter of loving someone and then being leaving by him. Not a luxury can bring it back, not money, not even anger. It’s only luck who do the honor and bring it back to us
And those who left by the mercy live like touching the thunder and feels like burning, the only one's can die but mostly lives.
Their living is like noticing how’s it’s beyond our compass.
It’s a fact of my life
like
"Heart is not making charms but beating actually"
