Inside me

The Kitchen of 26/11 Wandering around the marine it was nine-fifteen,  Taj was busy in garnishing the cuisine,  That was the time of utter failure of trust,  Black policy of Maino came on the crust. First time nation witness the unconventional army,  Also witnessed the paralysis of largest party,  Obscuring Prime minister still on utter silence,  Shivered to say that to Stop neighbour's violence. Skill to cut the beans is now to cut the wings,  At nine-fifteen at golden dragon's shooting,  A cuisiner used his first flood & off the lights,  First time chef tightening their slieves for fight. The knife skill is not only for the goat,  It is used for the infiltrates coming form boat,  No one knows where they busy to cook kabaab,  There they have spirit enough to fry kasaab. For best recipes, click on image.

My way of life II The way you never find, that way I find,  Life is indifferent pox, end is kind,  Two hand of the round & two tools,  One makes way & other makes fool.  Her purse is always empty spending all trust,  Yarning fruits, rebound stones & making of blust,  Waiting till the doomsday & keeping the promise,  Preparing my own grave as I the moment of bliss.  Respect the war & respect in the war,  Don't respect her when I found with bar,  Striving for all relations & leaving selfness,  Like ephemeral smile as I think of fortress. Twirling around the globe for picking a star,  My intention is wire and sound like a guitar,  Holding my tongue and destined it for soul,  Detained the revenge & wishing for whole. Flow in and flow out, my heart scolding me,  When the flood came disaster defeating me,  Lost and won are the part of war but it gashed,  I have infinite ability til...