Creating art
is like letting your soul breathe
that once choked by doubt
that came to life after one verse .
"Art is just the image of your  soul"

Maybe that's why when I looked at you
your eyes looked like meteors showers
and your iris like moon ,
body barely holds
millions of shattered galaxies
beauty is in the shattered soul
which balancing its sanity .

Sometimes you looked  like a saddest yet beautiful piece of art
which lie at the corner of museum
having a thousand  of tales to tell
yet no soul to listen
maybe they know they won't able to bear it
perhaps it's meant to be that
not everyone is an artist
who can feel your soul .
.
.

Little did she know,
I love her
and the chaos
in her heart.

There’s no liquor
There’s no drugs
There’s no medicine
There’s no one
There’s nothing
That will make you feel
Better than I made you feel...

They will laugh
But that won't stop you
They'll point out
Don't let that block you
Know your thing
And just keep going
Through the hard times
Slowly growing .

Stubborn
Strong
And restless be
See what others cannot see
Know what you want
Keep researching
No one knows for what you're searching
You define your own life-story
By your actions reach the glory
They will laugh But don't gain fear They'll point out Just fight, my dear

I wish I could forget how your love tastes like
I wish I could forget how your warmth felt like
I wish I could forget how your fingers grazed me
I wish and I wish to forget every little detail of you

Tears are in her eyes
fire in her heart
but neither the tear extinguish that fire
nor the fire dried the tears.

But she doesn't know that
the light of the fire and
those crystal like tears will make
a rainbow in her dark room.
And
Those tears  which are rolling down from her cheeks ,
passing through her body
will heal all her  inner wounds .