Life is nothing but tapestry art of time
The struggle's line, the bounce back's chime
The Poetry of eternal soul with no rhyme

It takes a man over the moon
Sometimes forces him to howl over unavoidable doom
Sometimes grants liberties over'n'over
Sometimes separates open doors from eternal possibilities for forever
Sometimes it bestows chaos for the free
Sometimes makes up a spring in valley of hearts, blossoming a beautiful tree
This audacious silence speaks volumes
This alluring vivacity with only burning spirit and wrestle fumes

For the life given to me
It is bunch of flowers and sharks stitched in impure soul's sea
Hypocrites...