"Hey! Wanna be a beggar
Or do something incredible
Thousands are fighting
Do you have something special?
Set your goals and targets
Hit them one by one
Don't let turn your defeats to regrets"
I lectured my brother
He listened with such curiosity
That I've not ever seen
Even in his most difficult times
"Now go and read something
With the best dedication ever
Settle down there"
He sat and still stunned
I smiled and got busy in my work
After 21 seconds..I leaned secretly to watch
He was just drawing 3 tetrapods in a circle
With his books wanting readers
What about my stunning inspirational speech of one hour?

Precipitating the crisis of one's barren tract
Curing the audacious ailments of one's suspicions
Adoring the starvation to a luminous beauty
Unseen by all but yet deserved for posterity
Scarcity can sometimes round the destiny
Quenching the thirst never relieved
Unrecognized by all but yet a true model of admiration and dignity..

She
            makes
                             the
                                        sound
                                        The
                    ­      trees
             make
Me
             feel    
                          so
                                     at
                                              ease
Sleep...

Star like girl, atmosphere all her own.
The universe revolved around her.
And everyone was drawn to her like there was some atmospherical pull.
She shines so bright, like a stare burning out in front of our eyes.
Go north my dear
Go towards the brightest star
Go where the life always is.
Let's be clear my love.
From here your choices are clear.
Your a shooting star headed for a clear night sky.
A calm sky.
Stretched across my head.
Dawn breaks and I can feel it all.
No questions or thoughts of doubt.
I know what is to come of this.
Go north my dear
Go towards the brightest star
Go where the life always is.
Let's be clear my love.
From here your choices are clear.

i can fold over the blankets
into triangles or
diamonds
crystals on the windowpane
and the chill chasing its way inside
i can clear the counters and
string up the lights
i can twist on the lamp and
slide between the wall and some comfort
i can curl into my dresser drawers
between the sweaters and
the socks
i can draw the curtains and
drag up the blinds to let the clouds
through the mesh
but still i’m falling victim to
a lackluster melancholia
and i suppose it would be fine
if the silk of the morning
didn’t make a habit of
curling itself around my throat
before i even lift my eyes
to the sun.

It follows through iridescent dreams.

It stares and it lingers.

It watches with saddened but dead eyes.

Sometimes you'll see it, most times you won't.

But either way, it is always there. Even when you awake from the nightmare, it remains.

Can you remember holding it?

Do you remember smiling as it giggled in your arms?

Do you think of it staring back at you as you lightly feel its soft skin?

No. Because you never did.

You never watched it take its first steps.

Heard it cry in the middle of the night.

Clean up after the mess that it had caused.

Or hear it call for you.

And now you never will.

Do you regret that day? That choice that you made?

Do you wonder to yourself what might have been?

If only that child was here today and you could tell it that you would love it and protect it.

Would you?