Epic engineering right from centuries, Pure class build with sweat in factories, The engineering behind it, the pain behind it, Comes out in different class and with sheen showered on it, It might be just vehicles for most of the people, But it’s a passion and life for rest of the people !
Iconic in a sense of its stature and teachings, Classy in a tone of its structure and preachings, Magnum opus in terms of heritage and sagacity, Exemplary in a way of longevity and sheeny serenity!
Life is like a train, it goes from light to dark then to light, It faces the drag forces yet reaches to final site, In between there is a hell of journey, Of pride, of sacrifice, of patience and anxiety, In between you loose, you win, you face, While chirping you make memories in a race, Some beautiful, some thoughtful, some painful, But in that you have the hell of empty and full! Still life never stops before the final break (brake), As you live for yourself or a sake!
The river vesting across the city, The bridge flowering the love around the city, The locks holding the love of everyone, Locking the beats and chiming the sun, Veiling in dawn, whistling around the dusk, Setting a tone of love and fragrance of rose and musk!
Aachen, Germany Cities have their aura and the fragrance, It just requires the exploration out of the fence, Tour adds the experience and memorable delight, Travel heals the soul and the plight, Just need to make up your mind, Pack the bags and witness the new tides..
Aachen, Germany Rarely, we find all clear in many days, From the roads, to the sky and beautiful rays, All open, just like my mind, my emotions, On the road where you walk in different notions, Rushing, running, fuzzing, yet a sense of completion, Rarely, you feel free in the frisking fusion! But today it’s clear for me, my road to travel, Living perturbed, but not ravel!
Aachen, Germany I wish I could I say it louder than ever, I hope I can share my breath in the monsoon with you forever, Why, am I walking this path without you, When we both love the rain, then why I am without you!
Where you have lot to think and share, Where you have lot to gaze and stare, Where you have lot to do and still remain unaware, Where you have to be rugged and tear, Where you have lot to swear, Where you decide your life and it’s affair, Where you just can just go with the flow, Where you can simply stand or bow, Where you easily cry and still stand tall, Where you can easily smile during fall, Where you have come a far, Where your mind is always in middle of war, Where the whole world is a sense for you, Where even the breathe is a scar for you, Where the shallowness is new for you, Where the love is truth for you, Where you have a sense even to make nonsense, Where you have freedom inside the fence, Where you have time to carve the inner…
It was not just about the rain and music, It was more about the vibes and its hymn, It was not just about my feelings, It was about the pain and healings, It was about the time, where lot was on stake, A direction was needed to roll and brake, It was about the excitements in life, As lot was happening to and rife,