Perfection is-
an imperfect word
in this imperfect world.

A man, dejected
with a broken heart,
snapped all the ties
from his world,
roamed about places
one to the next
in search of peace.

One day he found himself
in a distant Fairy Land.
The fairies were surprised
to find him amongst them.
One fairy asked him
what he wanted.
Taken aback by the question
he said ,"A new heart."
The fairy said,"Don't worry, we do have a heart shop."
She took him there.
There he saw all kinds of hearts-
Some made of gold, some of silver,
and some normal too.

In another corner he saw
a collection of broken hearts
beautifully kept.
Out of curiosity he asked the fairy
why they kept those broken hearts.
She smiled and said,
"They are the epic story tellers."
Amazed by her words,
he left with his broken heart
back to his world.

One day, I was sitting idle,
feeling so lost, so lonely,
wishing for a friend
who would sit by me,
listen to me and make me smile.

A thought crossed my mind-
why not create a new friend?
So I decided to create one.

I took out my paints, brushes,
and a pristine canvas.
I painted a portrait of a girl.

Flowing hair, gentle eyes and
a beautiful calming smile.
I named her Ayliz (The Moon).

Now, every time I feel
lonely and sad,
I speak to her,
and she silently listens.
Her smile has healing power -
it makes me feel better.

You are the sun,
I am your mirror.
I reflect your light
back to you.

Your rays touch me -
mine never reaches you.

Life Goes On

They say life's like a roller coaster-Up one moment, Then suddenly you're just... falling.

I've heard people don't really care much.
You could vanish,
And yeah, maybe they'll shed a few tears at your funeral.
But give it a week,
And they're back to scrolling, Laughing,
Living like you were never even here.

The world keeps turning.
It doesn't stop for anyone.
You're here today,
Gone tomorrow-
And maybe, just maybe,
Your name comes up in a story.
Then it fades again.

So what's the point in pleasing them?
Why keep dragging around their expectations?
Let it go.
Breathe for yourself.
Even if the ride is rough,
It's your ride.
Hold on.
Scream if you need to.
But don't forget-
You're still here

Are you okay?
Are you still breathing?

How are you?
It's okay not to be okay.

Just smile.
Keep hope.

God is with you,
Even when you are alone.

Rainy days are about as good as any,
It's a little gray and dreary,
But I love the sound of trickling drops.

She does too,

I love the rain,
When I'm with you.

We must carry great faith in our young writers,
I must carry great faith in me,
Carry great faith in he, they, she,
Who?
Those who will inherit the art we cherish,
Keep it close, stringing together what emotions were lost,
We know the real cost.

Something lurks in the forest of veils,
A place far from the war,
Which 'we' prevail.

A ripple of unrest,
Within the blankets of truth,
Hanging in the dripping branches.

What is a which hunt, without a lie,
One to convince us were doing good for 'us,'
A blatant killer,

Is among us.

I'll show you how the world burns,

It comes in simply steps,

An effigy,
An idea to hold on to,
A sacred symbol,

A **** good convincer.