Flashback
Its your name that makes me remember, That evening remains sober,
Budding Poets
Where Words Find Their Wings
Dark Is Not Crime
It's about how you live Not how you were born
A Sad Story
A sad story it is my dears Lemme take you back ten years
Rise And Fall
Everyday breaks with a dawn That crawls leisurely into a radiant yeender
The Dove For Life
The atmosphere is tense, The clouds are dense,
Smashing Beauty
Her American height could be noticed from a distance Her chocolate complexion always drives crazy any man who sets his eyes on her
Time And You
Time came And so did you
She Doesn't Know
That all my thoughts are on her That my mind has already chosen her
Too Fake For My Being
I'm too fake for my being, Obsessed with infatuation for love,
There's Still Tomorrow
I once heard speech is silver ,while silence is golden, Hence the need to speak not in golden age alone,
Full Moon
Three quarter it is Over oceans and seas
Earth, My Art Palette
When my mind's bizarre and unsure Up I stare at the azure