Audacious
Being under the bower does not back my charisma, Neither on ladder as I enrolled myself in enigma. Behind the bars or under the shadow, Still I desire the missing rainbow.
Bullet
Gujarat, India Hope is what I kept inside the shell, I at the zenith nor I am made to sell. Time passing along the traveler, I hope someone’s wait along this traveler.
When burning is pleasant
The craze for drive, the flare for accords, The feel of burning, and the thrash of swords, The raise of hand, the crowd on back, The star is born even in shack.