Life is but a hollow shaft
To render it fruitful one must know the craft
They say love ain't anything but a blank draft
But the truth is it gets colourful if you are blessed with the blissful art .
Who has the time , thou may say
But sit back and realize you may
Your heart is still empty cause you are caught up in the daily grind
To redeem your self, Love it is my dear friend that you need to find .
As for me , memories are all i have
That's my fuel cause till the end i need to drive
May be that's where i'll find Her again .. She who's my life
My heart will surely again strive
to gain the love, of which i have always been deprived . . .