First things first
Learning lessons hurts.
If you can't picture that mixture
Of words than how can you picture
Perfection?
We strive for our ideals through trial and error,
We build to gain and if you're reading this now you've come far wise soul
Even though it is foretold
that error is what hurts us the most
We still continue to make them as if there is a demand for it.
A constant supply of mistake per being, they're selling like hot cakes!
But I deal with mine through accepting my natural reactions and reacting naturally,
from the heart and soul at all occurances.
Then atleast I know regardless
of bad judgement,
I did what I felt right at the time
And if I fail,
I will always accept the fault is
all mine.

Life’s not an instant gratification
A tedious and rewarding journey it is
Patience is the key to learning
Life, the teacher, which shows the way
Everyday a new chapter, a different lesson
In humility, kindness, compassion and gratitude
With patience, it is an enriching experience
Hold on to life’s hand, trust a rewarding journey

Bohemian heart
Wanderlust and happy
Knows no boundaries
Idiosyncrasies that wins hearts
Spreading love and happiness
This world’s an oyster
For the wanderlust heart

When an illusion becomes a reality
The whole idea of existence is shrouded
In the mysterious clues we are given
Unearthed from the remains ancient
Many hypotheses which float around
Mystic lands which once existed
So many exposed to the light of day
Many more still cradled within the layers
Many interpretations, ancient chronicles
Dates back to time immemorial
Many sources and many more tales
The soul of the scripts lost long ago
None will come to know the real sentiments
Mired in the deepest secrets of yesteryear
Historians’ favorite child, philosophers guide
We can only come up with our understanding
Spend a lifetime deciphering between the lines
Many centuries of hidden anecdotes
We can only reconstruct what we decipher
We may not be close to the real meaning
The custodians have whisked away the heart
And soul of the entire episodes
Leaving us between the vagueness
Papyrus holds the words, without the meanings
Not sure of the real feelings and emotions
Maybe a rendezvous with the chroniclers
If we can travel back in time
And enter the ethereal world of these histories
Can reveal the truth and exact sentiments
Till that time, we have to live with our inferences
Maybe we are way off the mark
In a different trajectory, away from the core
An illusion we may have created form our cognizance

Love is like the liquid gold
From the soul’s crucible
Liquefied with intense warmth
For the coronation of special event
Where both hearts meet
To celebrate the union of souls
A regal extravaganza
Where passions are bathed
Covered in liquid gold

The words that paint
Gorgeous images
A genuine reflection
Of the soul’s imagination
Poet knows the details
The authenticity of poetry
Remains solely with
Within the poet’s premises
Invisible boundaries
Cannot be breached
A world which can be appreciated
And not deprived of originality
True poets revere
Every word written by another poet  
Clan of artists is magnanimous