Clean

The cleanest I've been
An end to the tears
And the in-between years
And the troubles I've seen

Now that I'm clean
You know what I mean
I've broken my fall
Put an end to it all
I've changed my routine
Now I'm clean

I don't understand
What destiny's planned
I'm starting to grasp
What is in my own hands
I don't claim to know
Where my holiness goes
I just know that I like
What is starting to show

Sometimes

Clean
The cleanest I've been
An end to the tears
And the in-between years
And the troubles I've seen

Now that I'm clean
You know what I mean
I've broken my fall
Put an end to it all
I've changed my routine
Now I'm clean

As years go by
All the feelings inside
Twist and they turn
As they ride with the tide
I don't advise
And I don't criticise
I just know what I like
With my own eyes

Sometimes

Clean
The cleanest I've been
An end to the tears
And the in-between years
And the troubles I've seen
Now that I'm clean

Sometimes

You know what I mean
I've broken my fall
Put an end to it all
I've changed my routine
Now I'm clean

Sometimes

Now I'm clean
The cleanest I've been

Last Week of Winter

My eyes flowing a cloud messenger and I am thinking seated in a silent place and judging my self in a save passage, I am thinking where I am going and what’s happened on my surrounding. Because I feeling bore for some days. I am trying to realize the nature’s harmony and my condition. But I don’t know why I can’t give my mind in my self. I feel sad and giving a big puff in my cigarette but feel so gloomy. I throw the half burdened cigarette in the street and trying to stop my temper. I again give my eyes in the sky and in my self I just burning like a Kiln. I am thinking in my previous day’s session and I feel sorrow for my foolishness. Yes I can remember in my previous days where I do some mistake. I feel sorry for that and trying to draw some line from nature for make me light. This is last week of winter. Next days are for spring. I am waiting for her arrival in my yard. I don’t know why! May be I need change now.

Violence of War!

Music Time

Black Line

The flowers outside
Hide under snow until spring
like shy teenage girls
Now that I've lost you
What do I do when you're here
With you, without you