in this hustle
bustle of life
sometime emotion
make us slaves
of our own time
we remember the old time
which we call a gold time
we remain calm
untill something
making us force to
change our norm
emotion are the ocean
to set notion
life is life
it is has to go
just an emotion
make us slave
you and me
me and he
he and other
all are struggling to live
we are living
but not happily
why it is so that takes our
happiness from us
sadness is what makes us
all the time to regret to move on
to hate
in this hustle bustle of life
o.stranger you be my style
you be my hope
you be my scope
my vastness is my vision
and my background
is my loopholes
I. wana move with time
leaving the old mine
work upon new me
my past will define me
but my present
is for the future one
© alone life