The thing which I’m finding outside , is deep down buried inside me,
Irony of life,
I’m listening the silence
Seeing in darkness
Finding truths in lies
There is always some
Hope in hopeless
Lie in believe
End in friend
One in none
Ever in never
Ode in modern
It’s depend upon us how we see thing,
There is always something good is waiting for us ,
dark is only absence of light,
Happiness is inside us ,
Choice is ours what we want to wear today,