We came to life crying. And we want happiness while dying. Such is the life we keep expecting. Realizations are on in an utmost bling. Our time’s limited to the end of its nature prime We have not a goal nor any extra time. All we do is make fun of one And with friends_we … More Story of a Poet: #3. Happiness delayed
People are crazy and times are strange I used to care but things have changed This little infinity of ours For the fault in our stars Let go off the invidious thoughts Still relying on the lone forwards Into the of hurried wayward For the heart implies the awkward Knowing what I want Preferring what … More Secrets of My Diary: #2. Realization
This poem will be the only one of its kind. … More Story of a Poet: #2. Two Things
As I lay down at night Under the drizzling dim light I know there is Someone Watching me from above Someone who looks after me Every second of my day Someone who has created me from clay. Someone who tames the sea. Someone who I know will be there till my end. Someone who is … More Story of a Poet| #1. Resurrection to Proliferation
The reason no one has ever achieved perfection is: it’s a moving target. And your flawless nature endlessly needs to contract your stance when it comes to a positive attitude.You know you can connect the things, relate yourself to it or keep up the bargains with your life’s splendiferous accomplishments in the search of enlightenment. … More Secrets of My Diary: #1. Perfection is Satisfaction.