For me, writing is
Expressing anything and everything in my own way....
With my heart and soul....
Without any manipulation....
Like the sun came up every morning with a new energy and his ray....

The most beautiful thing about life is,
That life itself is a lie.
That vanishes,
When death arrives.
But still gives you,
Reasons to smile.

I can't explain whatever I feel,
It's just that I really want to heal.

There is nothing to hide,
All I want is to get rid of this roller coaster ride.

Where it is hard to survive,
There I am who really want to feel alive.

The one who is looking happy outside,
You won't know they might be dying inside.

If you have nothing for me to teach,
Then darling I really don't need you to preach.

The hardest part of being an adult,
Is that you always need validation which you get from your result.

It's very easy to complain,
What really hard is to explain the pain.

You don't need to apologize,
What you really need is to be wise.

And there we are telling a story in brief,
And a heart full of grief.

If one can ever make you feel divine,
Believe me the pleasure all be mine.

Your jurisdiction ends over my veil
You are nobody to rule on my zeal

This limited sovereignty is mine
Where I am free to cry or peal

Don't let your dubiety ask me
If I am leal to your creel.