Faces

Dear diary,

At the right time,

I will answer.

Each one's accent,

I remember.

Abandoned by me,

Don't know in which street.

Smiling friends,

Awake memories.

Even time was unable to defame,

Such people are lost by me.

Cheap people,

Expensive things.

Bitter people,

Sweet faces.

Her mystic eyes,

Made me her follower.

Everyone is busy in becoming god,

Even god himself is seeing this.

Talks which were drunk by me,

Such talks ate me.

Call me to you O Lord!,

Life is not good for me anymore.

They were not worthy of my smooth accent.

Better is falling for death,

Falling for her is destruction.

Don't ask the class,

It's soil.

Don't ask the status,

It's soil.

No expectation is left,

How rich I became.

Why complaint about anyone,

When there's no expectation left.

Stop if someone is wrong,

Forgive if someone makes a mistake.

With whom the destiny doesn't connect,

The heart got attached.

Being distributed by life,

I don't come to my own part.

Don't ask my status,

Tell the price of your heart.

I have to cross the limit of time alone,

I have not brought a partner with me.

I don't know on which thing you are angry,

I will scold myself for everything.

Be alert,

Everything is for sale here.

People even sell air by putting them in balloons.

It's just the lockdown of tangible things,

Thoughts are always open,

Kills day and night.