too many inside...

Too many inside, many inside.
Loss in between them, there…
All of them rush to the face,
Paint applied to hide…
Loss comes out as tears which pierce,
And paint is washed off for a hell-hole ride!

Too many inside, many inside,
Pride in between them, there…
All of them rush to the face,
Tears running down to hide…
Pride comes out to close the ride,
To let not the tears fall, she keeps the eye wide…


Too many inside, many inside.
Anger in between them, there…
All of them rush to the face,
Eye wide open to hide…
Anger reaches the high,rushes into the eye,
She turns it into red red eye-not fine…

Too many inside,many inside,
Dream in between them, there…
All of them rush to the face,
Angry dangerous red eye- to hide…
Dreams comes onto the red eye point not fine,
She keeps the tired eye awake,worried whole night…


Too many inside,many inside,
Courage in between them, there…
All of them rush to the face,
Worried dream to hide…
In the dream there is silver lined hope, hope lined courage,
Courage soothes the worries,dreams the sleepy eye…

Too many inside, many inside,
All of them in colored sleep…
They can’t rush on the face,
Colors fly high…
Sleepy is not the courage,
So in the dream, she still flies high…