I sauntered towards the alley of my ambitious hopes;
And trusted my instincts in the course of my venture.
But as i carried my way out through the distant slopes,
I found myself wounded by a string of doubts in the fear of failure.

Her tender heart is the goal;
The body's but a vessel.
I am in love with her soul,
And not only with her shell.

I am on board on a train
silently making noise
as it crosses miles
amidst wet and velvety green
at times charming spring
sometimes like a romantic dream
or a novel better than the best
often sailing through the blazing sand
like an Arabian adventure 
it feels as the desert drills 
my soaked pores to sow 
the dry seed of aging
as I go on living like a carefree kid
at the doorstep of sweet sixteen
though the real past 
has been anything but
aim based frenzy fragments 
into frivolous pursuits 
Dos and don'ts clouding vision 
lazy days slipping out of hands
it's time to take a decisive action
that is to determine whether it will be
a terrible death on the sandy Sahara
or a walk in the Himalayan clouds.

Sometimes
I consider life
“Something that *****”

When those thoughts
Come to mind

I flip the page.

Life is beautiful
Life is lovely
Life is a blessing
Life is an extraordinary gift from God

So…
Make it special
While
Remembering these 77 words:

You are precious
You are valuable
You are here for a reason
You can achieve anything
You are unique
You are the change
You can touch lives
You can inspire lives
You are different
You are kind
You are generous
You are humble
You are beautiful
You are healthy
You are strong
You are talented
You are free
You are prosperous
You are anointed
You are patient
You are protected
You are forgiven
You are a masterpiece


Start your journey
Not tomorrow
Not later

Start right now

And
Do not stop

Not until everything is done
Not until you achieve your goal
Not until you are remember
As the warrior
Who created her destiny
In the palms of her hands.

Blink in blink out
Your mind is in the crowd
Let the lights guide you out
When the traffic trapped you down

The road keep rolling
People still following
But the eyes start blinding
And your soul starving

One wish two wish
Your palm about to squish
Grass, tree, sea, and something about the breezes
Remind you something you missed

What to write?
What to write?
What to write?

On this piece of white,
A spot where my pen glides,
Under a shower of light,
I feel the need to fight,
For these temptations that I have inside,
So that they'll fly like a kite,
Secured by ropes that tight,
So that I have the vivid sense of wrong and right,
After all, it's all about balance right?

What to write?
What to write?
What to write?

About my foolishness that was striped bare into the lights,
The one that totally has no sense of what's right,
It just follows my greed that ignites,
Without thinking twice,
In a split second, it was already on sight.