can i be more de-centered than i am now, 

in my intellect i count A,B, C as 1,2,3.

in my sleeps i desire to stay awake,

to walk on harsh edges more, in astray!!

can i be more ignorant than wat i am now,

i feel pain but i smile like an insane,

i desire to fly more high, when i am falling deep in steaps,

i am such a dark soul, in light,

that is exuberant of the streams of dark sight,

all i desire to burn and burn in such a great ignorance!!

i have no words to say, i have no sensitivity to adore,

hardness encore me, selfishness has made me a whore..

sellers of streets , the moving of cars,

the rodas empty, with street lights ajar,

i look deep in my heart, 

and words are silent like a death ,

enchants in valleys full of grey mountains,

and night sings lyrics to mourn on revealing the dark side of its!!

hiramalik