I was


I am


I will be

If you are caught
In between
Past and present

Choose future

Many times
I have tried to embrace you
In my ink
As you keep on evolving
Over time
I lost for words
Yet I'm still trying
To write about you
Without any filter, let me reveal

I regard you as
A wandering soul
Beautiful incarnate
Evolving metaphor
A breathing canvas
A prototype of artistry

With that omnipresence elegance
An epitome of decency
And phenomenal smile
You make the world worth living

Stirred by those musing ripples
I submit to you
Let me bathe my imagination
Cast you into vivid hues
Search you in the unknown
In between the recesses of the mind
And found every time
As my share of moon

Thanks for being

I see so many people on here
Saying something
Sometimes I can't understand
Something
Sometimes I do
There is more to this life
Than a moment
Just try to get through

Those who found themselves
To the dark side of the Moon
Tonight
Will wake up
To the bright side of the Sun
Tomorrow
Breathing a new life
With amber realm of hope
And the journey never ends

Like any other day
You may tell me
A beautiful lie
Or hide me
A raw truth
None of this will make any sense
Out of nowhere
I'm aware

Oh! an innocent wanderer
I trust the vibes
And with those, who do
We are allies

Moreover
If I told you my story
A different story
Nothing in sight
Seems so clear
When life overwhelms
And soul lightens up
Cherishing the time
Seeking the way
Transcend the endless steps
Where, I end
From there, I still begin

And the journey continues

Every time
You look
Into the mirror
You will traverse as
An evolving mystery

Own that

Else look again

For him
You left your home
For him
You forget your comfort zone
For him
You bid goodbye
For him
You adjust yourself
For him
You open up
For him
You surrender

Ask yourself
For her
What did he do?
If "nothing"

You are too vulnerable
Sorry, it's not love
Without any sentiment
Plz. roar
nrrrrh..........nrrrrh
Like that

And there is a way

Follow
Your
Soul
To
Find
The
Way

Those who touched
The skin
Are forgotten

Those who touched
The heart
The fingerprints
Are immortal

And with
A touch of love
Poetic soul is born

Simply like this
And here, I'm