bReAkIn dOwN tHe sTreEtS oF hEaVeN...

Here comes another poem from me so that all of you can curse me more and more... However, this was written in a damn serious mood and to every extent, is very true....

Breaking down the streets of heaven

I feel thirsty like the sand,

My thirst is for something beyond the land,

What I feel is what I write,

Depicting the start of dreams and a dreadful end...

There came a drop,

Breaking down the streets of heaven,

Shakes my thirst and shakes my being,

And the mirage stretches through the sands...

The same exhausting thirst,

hovers me twenty-four-seven,

Breaks my heart and tells me lies,

To make me lie buried in the desert land...

Seems like I've felt thirst for the first time,

And it seems to be growing as a mythical trend,

For the first time, I felt like this,

First time, I felt it pouring,

And again I taste my thirst,

Creeping in me like the sand...

Ambar