Broken wings are fixed by matured hearts
My endeavor to rise you at peak,
Kept me awake all night long!
Still my immature fierce breaks beautiful things
The waves of agony strikes me hard
Until then I’m longing for your promise
Never break this precious bead!
Keep this love alive till death…

Broken wings are fixed by matured hearts
My endeavor to rise you at peak,
Kept me awake all night long!
Still my immature fierce breaks beautiful things
The waves of agony strikes me hard
Until then I’m longing for your promise
Never break this precious bead!
Keep this love alive till death…

Morning bliss is a delicacy,
It fills the mountains with immense pleasure
Sun looks at the earth,
And showering the joy which becomes panacea
Never ending love from mother nature
Kills my anxiety with a quintessence heart,
Up above the sky in a mellifluous look,
Guarding the moon with little crystals
Shining through the darkness with plethora of colors and,
Capturing the innocent heart to mark it’s ethereal beauty…