My attention is distributed, My aimbition is scattered, My Love is dispersed, And, am away from my Maa... The love of nature, The sprinkle waters on my shoulder Reminds me back of streams of water That does not cares of surrounding But, flows to different directions.. Based on the currents that prevails! How scary are the moment That belongs to me But depends on others to make it. How wary are these eyes Which once used to wait And now use to threat! How dairy are these nozzles That it always get wet To know its traumatic sense of humor.. Above all I did not forget the Supremeness In becoming Neutral That neither belongs to You Nor, belongs to me! I and You are just existence But Soul is preliminary role That is continuously playing Either in you or me Where nobody has control But the eternal power of its existence. However is the dealing momentum Ultimate is the funeral of pyre That witness the ashes of emotions! Every desire exists until its a...