Johnson Patel

Sometimes, somewhere Sometimes, somewhere, When Life gets missing, When Vibe bets dissing, When moon and clouds meet, It needs, an algorithm to complete, Rhythm of heartbeat. That melody of rainfall makes a strumming firewall. and memorise the picture in eyeball. Sometimes,somewhere, When Distortion of the voice, When Restoration of the Noise, When Strings attached to the soul, When Chord's sound dispatched to the goal. It speeds, the running musical floor, through the magical door.

Introvert Many voices murmuring in Silent's mind. Many noises wandering my past behind. Though, We are not close to External Chaos. Living in Imagination, beyond the sky just like echoes. let us create our own space, where life's easy to face. If there would be a Comfortable zone, will provide you strength but no backbone. the way people describes, are actually talented, when they hear the inner vibes. talking with strangers make me shy, Felt like a broken heart, Pretending to be a calm guy. Invisible tears, says, "not to cry". In virtuality, Everybody searches people's Histories. while In reality, Nobody watches out your mysteries. That's the end, settled on priorities.