An electric wave goes inside me,
Filling me with passion,
An eternity

When nothing is all right,
And tears run down my cheeks,
I remember you.

So flawed,
That nothing could be more perfect!
So spoiled,
That I knew it was worth it!

Begin with it
Well, to begin with it,
It’s hard to survive some days,
And sometimes all you gotta do is,
Just go through it,
Yes!! even I have fears and sleepless nights,
But sometimes the best thing is just to share it,
And not let it accumulate inside,
Of course, our fears are our part,
Then why to hide them,
Face them with the greatest smile you can give to it,
Only if you remember all those adventures,
Life and today are also adventures,
Not to deny the fact,
They break us down every time,
But which great man didn’t break down,
And about the sleepless nights,
I am sure you wont remember the nights you slept but will remember these nights you were awake,
Fighting it is great,
But fighting it is even better when it is right time,
Yes!! Right time matters more than anything in life,
And to act at the right time,
Serves you the best result,
Remember nobody is weak,
They are just differently abled,
And so are we, therefore there is no point in comparisons in life,
But to stay happy as what you are,
And don’t forget to thank life for all the challenges and fortune it gifted you with.

When was the last time you saw morning light?
When your mouth wasn’t dry and eyes not crying?
When you hadn’t wasted five hours scrolling in time?
When was the last time you wanted to smile?

I remember when i was a little girl,
I was as brave as a lion,
And i knew i was perfect,
I didn't fear oiling my hair and wearing two ponytails,
Because i knew i looked pretty,
I had clear skin,
Slim belly, warm eyes,
Chubby cheeks, soft voice,
Pink lips!
And i knew my brown hair was amazing,
When i was a little girl,
I could do what i wanted,
I didn't really care what people thought,
I did know i could be smiling
and melt people's  hearts by just speaking a word,
Also i knew my heart was as pure as gold,
and mind as creative as Lord's creations.
Then i was a good girl,
And i only wept when i saw others sad,
But when i grew up,
I started being reckless,
Hating myself,
My skin had acne and my hair fell,
Yes i was sick mentally and physically,
No more my words melted hearts,
Instead they irritated people,
My smile now was no more real,
Instead it hid my fears, hatred, sadness,
But still my heart was pure,
Not as much as earlier, but pure!,
And mind still creative though a little dull,
But creative,
And yes i do weep when i see others sad,
But just silently,
Of course i over think and mess up things,
But maybe things were meant to be this way,
And my heart to drown within my soul,
And losing my self confidence,
But never losing hope!