Born for pleasure
Wander for pain
As pain is the route
To what one is seeking, Pleasure!
We belittle the Joyce!
Only efface everyday and be born time and again
Your direction is your flow
No faith can resurrect what is gone
Dream of it and live it
Moments you will surface
Will realize the pleasure of being in oblivion
The only faith is pleasure
If pain is the mode
Realization is median
Life has plethora of treasure
My friend, take it, all the treasure is for you
The evolution of your bring is to derive it
You are the treasure
All you want to possess
In Possession of which is your pleasure!