Wonderin

Now dere is something i always wanna write ,

perfection may touch ya eyes but wudn'nt touch ya heart,

the bestest of all may feel empty and unsatisfied inside,

for if he wasnt den he wudnt had tried dat hard. . . .

beauty does matter to an extent but not for eternity,

for all may fade away wid the passage of tym,

n wat wud remain wud be beauty of the inside,

we all lay n wonder n wonder till nyt take it under its cover,

some wonder wat's next,

some may wonder wat's wrong ,

and some something something all along,

for dat tym he is alone wid self,

wat wud remain now ,

n wat wud be den,

for no1 can say till it happens till den,

for wat it looks right, maybe be left tmrw,

n something else day after,

changin n changin to d world need. . . .

everything is here,still nothing is here,

maybe a look arund wud be better for d end. . .

still der is a cocktail of all d things in lyf,it depends upon how to live it ryt. . .

funny is dat  my words can form pieces,lyk a piece to piece fitted pieces. . .

so quiet is d nyt. . .

clean r d sky

n I lay here wondering tonyt. .  .