poetry is an ocean
of all emotion
in one motion.

poetry is an art of weaving words
and making a blanket to soul.

Poetry is a journey within us.
Poetry is when emotions found it thoughts
and thoughts found its words.

Poetry is like a painting
painted with words .

Poetry is an art for some,
for some it's sky full of feelings
for some poetry is a medicine .

Dim lights
Listening soft songs
Darkness everywhere
And thinking about today
Did I do something wrong
Or hurt someone
But later I realized that
I am still alone


Hugged the pillow tightly
With whipped tears in my eyes .
Reduce the volume slightly
And mumble
In the darkness that  
I'm fine


All I know is that love me
Or hate me
I'm still gonna shine :-)

It is amazing, how we are in every way but a microcosm of the universe. Just stop and observe how we travel through the world;
like leptons racing through the stars.

And like a molecule;
we spend most of our hurried lives looking to form atomic bonds;
Hoping to collect along the way enough to fill our orbital shelves. Some might shed electron shells to become stable and their better self;
By sharing pieces of themselves with other people.

There are many catalyst  
that making our life fast and quick.
We are living in unprecedented times.

We are riders of the solar winds;
and we each must play our part;
But will we leave behind a legacy brighter than great Sirius A?
Or will we be lost by our own dark energy and accelerate towards the end?

For some
It look like an ancient castle
With rumours of ghost
Of those dead traitors.

For some it look like an
Empty playground
Where once were cherished  memories
Now turned to a barren land


For some it look like the carnival
rides
With no functioning and broken
seats.
Rollar coster is frozen with cold snow.


For some it look like a old school
With broken rooms
That were once filled with children
Selfless smile.

After losing touch with you;
I awakened  from a dream.
The tears lingering at the corner
of my eyes are traces of your absence.

That was also a time;
When I had Galaxy inside me ;
Which used to form constellations whenever you hold me.

I realised that love already expired.
I was too slow and now it's too late.
Why are you hesitate if you already made up the mind to leave.

Why did we holds hand;
if we don't aim towards forever.
In end you are Only passing by me.  
I mistook you as a heaven sent rainbow;
Which would filled my life with its color.
Once you borrowed my heart from me but you forgot to give it back.
Now it's too late.

The beauty is not how you look but
How you treat yourself
how you carry yourself
how your personality is
how your vibe is
the energy you give off

Beauty is who you are as a person
Beauty is what you make it
Beauty is how you treat others.


Beauty is what’s in your soul
Beauty is in your heart
Beauty isn’t what meets the eye
Beauty has layers
You are beautiful no matter how you look

you are beautiful because you are completely and utterly your self
Because you are confident in who you are
Because when people bring you down
you get back up


You are strong and that is beautiful
You are different
You are unique
You are kind
You are like no other
You are you
And that is beauty
That is beautiful

Those who are tired of their life
And going to end that.
Can you please
Just think about your parents.
Remember when they teach us dramatic rules of life.
When they used to hold our hands
To cross those pathetic paths.
Parents who stress themselves and taught us how to live the life.
Please live life for those stress takers
Who always want to see you
S m i l i n g.
Don't release those hands from theirs
To just show that you have given
Up.

Let your heartbeat be the music
And dance between the void of your thoughts.