"Old pains Too many old breaths, I am letting in; The old scents perhaps, I am still living. Stumbling around the cross-roads we ever created, Maybe to find a home in despair; Sailing through the ocean of selfish dreams, Drowning in the midst of hands of my own crimes. That window of that same lane, I look and feel shy Old pains! they shower tears and smiles even after they die. Teary eyes of mine, asking things of no reasons to try; I wish I could erase my bleak desire of seeing back that smile. Corpses of buried memories scream in silence. Now Ages past but it's never old for them to be alive. Old pains! I now stopped trying. I wish I died with my dead emotions who never thought of dying."