In the battle of love and internal chaos of constant longing,
I lost my inner self.
The battle made me realise
How you can shower someone with love and
Yet be exhilarated with pains and regrets.
Despite being worn, broken, decapitated, we fight on...
We have no hope, no home, no future
Yet we fight on, fight on mindlessly, aimlessly, brainlessly
You die, so do I,
Yet we fight
Nothing's alive,
Except our fight!
Peace lies relentlessly on all those heart sobbing memories
Over which your soul is stuck...
Yet we cant find peace within chaos
Even though we crave for peace in destruction now.
All we feel,
Now we think
That war is peace
The storm is calm
Oh! bring me dear
My lost old charm!
Oh help me out
For all I want Is to bring out
The I that is I