The way of existence and the tears which we value,
what is the purpose of everything,
achievement and desire belong to others approval…
what we do and what we hear is subjective
the sound of purpose is still echoing in our soul
what we are is mere is piece of others’ expectations…
these thoughts echo in my mind with no rhyme….
I succumb to myself to all desires created by others…
What I am…which I never thought…
Whether I am what I am or what I believe I am that is the paradox
we all are going to end in your journey no one is immortal…
so why this all emotions so why this this all ambitions
eventually everything is going to end
the equation is to make everyone happy and be some one to make someone to smile
when you die let others say sala miss karta huin……
