Given,  blood is the element of heart
And logic is the element of brain.
Soul equals life and
mind equals imagination n creativity.

Let mind be the abstract of brain
And soul be the abstract of heart.
Then,
Won 't a ****** logic be
An imagintive and creative life?
Maths is a poetry !
Thus proved.

Dreams shattered on the floor
she dances on the broken glass
trying to restore her reflection.
She looks in the mirror and sees nothing more
...but a broken girl

I want you
But you don't want me
It wasn't easy knowing that I hurt you
I'm still not over you
I messed around
with the guy you hated
Just to get your attention
I wanted you*
So when you wanted to be friends
I was happy
But then I fell more in love with you
Everytime I talk you it hurts me
And as much as it hurts me to say this....
we can't be friends anymore*
Our friendship is making it harder
to move on

some are afraid to fall in love
me?
i'm afraid to find my equal
because in that moment
my player ways are over
there are way too many people in the world
to be tied down to you right now
so please baby take your time finding me

NaNi

Will you let me lie beside you?
So I can whisper the words that I wish you to hear.
I don't know If I'm showing you a clue.
Should I try again and prove that it's real?

But how can I confess a love that is out of my reach?
Far away, like watching the sunrise at the beach.
Distant, like running the lane of impossible.
A dream, a temporary imagery that makes my heart tremble.

Will you wait for me?
Please...