Predicating SymphonyI live, in this world so fake, so foolish. A world where everything has double meaning and in this world am famous for my love.... Mein hoon mashhoor ishq baazi meinYet I regret the love is not for the ONE it is supposed to be with.... Artificial, fake....Khaasa dard-o-gham majaazi meinInfinite sorrows and pain have been repressed; wanting to stifle everything in my own existence. Want to reach a destination where there is no rise or fall; no sorrow no happiness, no pain no pleasure.... That's the world I belong too; cold, black, stonish world. Superseding the word "FEELING"... Existing, breathing... A world where everything flowing
We are born deadWe are born dead; with lifeless eyes and pins through our heads,We are born dead; with cold hearts and dark souls,We are born dead; never meant to live a life,We are born dead; so its useless to stich up our hearts,We are born dead yet the ones which will bring sorrow in your life,Our blood never flowing,Our eyes never opened,Our lung never breathing,Our heart never beating,Flying all over your heads,Spreading darkness all around.Yes, we are born dead.© Ubaid Ullah Ahmed
waisey are u participating in this competition ??