For the inception of great things
We must face our mortality
If we love ourselves too much
That is what is called a lapse of reason

I never had smelled the star clustered air
Strange as it was that I thought of love
Following the breeze as the volumes of violets decrease
There is so much beauty in the unseen

Often it breaks my heart
As my river will not stop flowing
Until the rain of consciousness does not drizzle
The influx of such poetic lines can only be Heaven

It takes ten seconds to remember ten years
Nothing is really worth reminiscing
It is what it is today that makes me yearn yesterdays
When I wrote my first poem thinking it was my last

I wish that freshness stays
Nothing is permanent
Merriment of youth
Salvation of meek

Ideas such as these kept my poems alive
It is the joy of being appreciation
That teaches me how to create a poem everytime
There are no borders or barricades to thinking for people