Restless nights and dreamless creatures,

Opposing the newly established heroes,

With the realm changing to the worst,

I feel emotionless to the fact,

That I will live to my thoughts,

And I cry when I recall the past,

Making comparative imaginations,

Between the past and the potential,

And I would feel like a new born in a second,

Willing to be more than historical,

But my hidden emotions disembark to irritate my views.



In the journey through puberty,

From youthful to manhood,

And the milestone of troublesome existence,

When the inner pains are insensitive,

Than the physically visible ailments,

And without the presence of any aid,

Where life seems dramatically unwelcoming,

But taunting inside frequently,

And feeling dribbles of tears inside my heart,

Unwillingly making me feel numb.



I died twice invisibly,

In ways which I could be suicidal,

But I am still active because of my intentions,

Towards my dreams,

With the brightness in me,

And my rightfulness to move ahead.

I can see the darkness in me,

In which I pledge to survive,

But my intensity is my light,

Through the darkness of life.



Blood is undeniably red,

And when spilled it stays on the soil,

But not as long as it stays in the memory,

And soul of the deprived one,

But when a boy grows into a man,

And starts roaring like the lion,

His feelings will be stronger and insightful.



The incident of passion,

In the middle of bewilderment,

With the painful truth kept secret,

And the hidden emotions residing hostilely,

In the heart of the innocent one,

He who knows nothing evil,

But loyalty is the only right thing exists to him,

And when his moments of betrayal come around,

He happens to kill unexpectedly,

Then the world would undoubtedly notice,

The undermining guilt of hostility.