I'll heal,
When the birds will sing,
I'll heal,
When the kaleidoscopic butterfly will kissed the sun streaked sky,
I'll heal,
When the clouds will rain purity and tranquility,
I'll heal,
When the moonlight will caress my scares,
I'll heal,
When the dew drops will glimmer and settle on my palms,
I'll heal,
When the monsoon inside me will no longer snarl,
I'll heal,
When the white lines will break scattering colors in the sky to glorify lives everywhere,
I'll heal,
When the sun sets to  mark thee beginning of dusk,
I'll heal,
When i am me,
I'll heal,
When it is meant to be.

Everyone is a whole new world in themselves,
Some smiles have dimples,
For other's : their eyes crinkle,
Some have a splash of freckles,
While others are rich hued and a little reckless.

Our concept is abstract,
Like an empty snack pack,
We mix like paint,
But none of us are saints,
We lie awake in our beds,
With our dreams long buried in our head,
Lives as complex as the quantum theory,
We stand with the help of scaffoldings purely,
With every single breath that we take; we aspire for greatness,
But alas,
Our minds are shrouded with darkness

Rhyme a rhyme.
In this time,
Let’s go down in history,
As something divine

There is a fire within each one of us,
It is greater than the sun,
It is in our bones,
It is within the intricate pattern of our lungs.

If you let us then;
This very fire within us,
Will let us touch,
It will let us feel,
It will let us love,
It will make us heal.

If you let us then;
This very fire within us,
Will give us freedom,
It will make us escape from the boundaries,
Of this earthly kingdom.

Give us a chance,
We can try,
'cause there is a fire within each one of us,
That you cannot deny.

Be like,
Persephone,
Walk into darkness with flowers as your shield.

Be like,
Aphrodite,
Grant your loyalty to nature.

Be like,
Icarus,
Dare to touch the skies.

Be like,
Achilles,
Always remember your duty.

Love:
In one word is the happiness of every heart etched,
The meaning of which cannot be drawn in a sketch,
But the memory of which in your heart,
Will always be fresh.

I need to do something,
To stop feeling like i am dead,
Hoping to get out of my head.

I need to do something,
Cause i worry in vain,
I simply need to do some work to keep myself sane.

Today is too good a day to die,
I welcome a new me everyday,
Sometimes it is like sunrise,
On some days it is a hurricane.
Carry on,
Carry on, little bird,
The sky is your ultimate place.

Like a nail i am rusted,
But alas, unto you i am trusted.
I am not the best mold,
But everyone says your work is gold.

I do not know what to believe,
It is like I am a cluster of thousands of thoughts,
Thoughts that are the evidence of the the circumstances,
Thoughts that are not mine; but more like in me
Thoughts that I am conditioned to think as a verdict of my emotions.

Maybe I am not me.
Maybe I am just an instrument of the environment,
Maybe I am just an equipment for helping the sustainability of these thoughts,
Maybe these thoughts are the real vase of life,
Maybe they are what it means to be alive.

Maybe i will,
Maybe i won't,
I do not know,
I want them to be proud of me,
But i still cannot let it all go,
I do not want to,
I have hurt them enough before,
It will last a life time and be enough,
But i do not want disappointment as a description on my epitaph,

Another good day,
Has been laid to waste,
Absolutely no work done,
What a sheer disgrace.

The trees,
The stars,
The galaxies,
The flowers.

It is not about what you see in someone,
It is about what you feel,
For everyone it is different,
Sometimes it is all light and it is all right,
But sometimes it is just a game.

But must they judge you for someone you have just seen,
What the society wants it should not always be,
Sometimes you have the right for your choice to be a mystery.

A mystery you want to follow,
You want it to be the cause that represents you tomorrow,
When love comes knocking at your door,
It never asks you if you are sure,
It can be a woman,
It can be a man,
But do not forget,
Sometimes only you can also be perfect,
cause love is never something that you can just plan.

Some will question,
Some will discriminate,
But they do not matter,
cause it is you,
Who has to make peace with where your heart is placed.