Truth is beautiful
No matter, however it looks like
It can only be observed
But never be understood
You can appropriate lies
But not the truth
It stands alone
Naked and exposed
Fearlessly careless.

She plays guitar
**** well
Everytime she is disturbed
by the world or her own thoughts
She strums
Her original songs
She says  I am a man of few words
Yes I am
But I always conversed
With her through poems
Words are meaningless
If they don't have
a Rhythm
Which she tries to find
Everytime she is disturbed
by the world or her own thoughts....

Thoughts like clouds
move faster than wind
words appeared
now lost without a trace
how to catch hold of a moment
which did not belong to you
Let's write something
about the feeling itself

When you wish for something
From the core of your heart
Like a prayer
In the language of universe
Sooner or later
It happens

In simple words
It saved me from insanity
made my reality, beautiful
I discovered a language
I could speak
Talk to people
I love
It made my home
It sheltered me
A safe asylum
Where all my dreams
are alive
Beyond the reach
of any harm.

It can be a wrong place
It can be a wrong time
But it cannot be the wrong You.