A Vismaya

Hey! It's me. I'm in love with my lines. Thoughtful days, rightful nights. Does it make weird? It's me who live in the epitaph. Creating the Boredom for others. Syncing the life with paragon. The essence of the way it felt when I struggle. I taste the flavours of mine. Seeing the whole day to find aperture to grab the light. I'm the creator of my story. I hold back every day & take a deep breath to feel me, whom I'm. Being accepted, but never scripted.

I feel the pain inside me When it will vanish I don't know The blossoming garden All the strange demon The remodelling arts The sparkling stars Everything comes at ones & Goes as well I'm beneath of all of these I never owed the things in the correct manner I stole someone's life Let this weirdest flower move out Let that park be filled with roses, lilies The shine of that deserving flower take a moment of the whole journey Let the flower realize its fragrance  & charming colours Let the flower feel life again Let the flower have its path Let that flower be handover to correct child so that it can play with you The valuable flower is the symbol of positive But the flowers pain of bleeding no one will realize.

Voice around me gains more power, but it's strange for others. Now, the silence making me think what I'm Where destiny is leading somewhere My target getting withered Smug upon myself taught me many Never thought the things could turn out like this I mount my efforts but it ends with restrained I choose various ways to show myself Never got the opportunity Always ended up with squabble Due to my highbrow, people give me acclimation. This makes me more terrified & chaos The steps are really harder to keep forward, but the battle must go on. This is my war field and I'm trying to be a warrior. 

Why am I treated as inhuman Whether am I efficient Or the things which are not doing the same as others Or am I unable to do that work Or am I unable to study I know I can't do but I'm trying myself towards forwarding direction so that I can move my coin efficiently I regret my past things But I believe in present things which can be cured forever I know I'm unstoppable but only when it reaches the threshold Till that time I'm silent & blurring the things I m sad I'm in pain where people judge me what I am I don't know anything I'm equal to nothing. I feel bad for myself. God, please help me out I beg you My weight is lost day by day Happiness would be the solution  I felt but I'm not happy with these things Mentally I'm unfit Please help me out. 

                            My Drawings                                                                 My few drawings which i drew by seeing the pictures from internet. Thank you so much whom so ever created the real images.  Disclaimer :If there is any patent rights, sorry i don't want to hurt anyone's feeling. Thank you for your real versions of images.

CAPTURING LIGHT STREETS  Its very rare to see branded materials in cheap & affordable cost. One of the famous market named Sultan Bazar,Koti,Hyderabad is renowned in India. Its really great to share my words about Koti market where we find loads of accessories to buy  & its our pocket friendly too, especially students like me. marvelous jewelry collections.   The place is like heaven for shopping lovers & anyone will find something of their interest.Among the numerous shops, stalls,stores & roadside vendors,lanes & by-lanes of the market, there is an immense collection of items such as denims,different varieties of footwear & products ranging from jewelry, apparels & household items. Here you will also find replica items of most of the brands while there are also shops selling branded items with lower prices. There are many vendors along side the markets which gives you different types of delicacy. This m...