Listen to me while I sing this song. A song for my little pretty and her love towards a beautiful flower. There was a very beautiful flower. Her gardener loved her so much

Alone am I, the days I live So are all and the world is a lie Someone somewhere penning it all End of the day, alone am I      Few are orphans

Bulging eyes and bumpy nostrils Stubby legs and crunching tooth Above the surface, over the water Gator the masher, paddled her way        Chunks of wood and floating cans    

It seems like there is no scope for a new device. If personal computer was the invention of the century, iPhone went revolutionary indeed. But how about Google glass and Apple watch. Yeah,

If she had not gone from my life, I would have been never knowing what love is. Love is not being sincere to your partner. Love is not making her happy always. Love

I am a passerby I am a passerby the brids are flying, the cows are out A man in the middle is running far I am a passerby I am a passerby The

I see an emptiness in which human beings including me are found to be thoughts sparkled in an ever expanding mind. At first, nothing was there, then it expanded and this nothing is