meghbalika
here comes the last but not the least story of the impossible man.
which is the poor pathetic me.
and once upon a time i found meghbalika just like that.
she was not like the fake blonde,
neither she was cherry on ice.
she was her very own
and my every feeling was very much socially modified.
i thought yes i can live my life like everyone does.
i tried to become the man who believes in the beauty of the world.
i tried to forget everything of my past
i hardly noticed,
my life was like dew drop on dust.
today i dont know why that simplest thing in the world cant be mine.
like the wolves mourn every night
my body and soul was burning bright.
today i regret for breaking her holy heart.
i just pray to god,
just make this little girl very happy,
give her wings to fly to her beloved fairytale stories,
give her days filled with north wind,
bless her nights together with handsome vampire seeing stars under the sky.
which is the poor pathetic me.
and once upon a time i found meghbalika just like that.
she was not like the fake blonde,
neither she was cherry on ice.
she was her very own
and my every feeling was very much socially modified.
i thought yes i can live my life like everyone does.
i tried to become the man who believes in the beauty of the world.
i tried to forget everything of my past
i hardly noticed,
my life was like dew drop on dust.
today i dont know why that simplest thing in the world cant be mine.
like the wolves mourn every night
my body and soul was burning bright.
today i regret for breaking her holy heart.
i just pray to god,
just make this little girl very happy,
give her wings to fly to her beloved fairytale stories,
give her days filled with north wind,
bless her nights together with handsome vampire seeing stars under the sky.