If you ever feel the world is low,
If ever you reap what you never did sow,
Remember not all the seasons are beautiful
Not all the dishes are tasteful.

There isn’t a love without lust,
There isn’t a star without dust
Even the sun scatters through a window, the girl stinks who was once a meadow.

The autumn that makes the leaves dreamy,
The same makes them homelessly lonely
The girl who cried over her braid
Can now keep feelings unsaid.

The perfect world without fearful instinct
Where the colours of the rainbow are all distinct,
Doesn’t exsist and should never be,
It will kill the possibilities which you cant see.

It will have no dreams no unicorn,
The arcs of imagination would never be drawn.
There wouldn’t be new sunsets everyday
Noone would care about yesterday.

So let the tears roll down,
Let your hopes get make you frown,
Let the silliest joke make you laugh.
Beacause You’re a human afterall.



The place which gives you peace all night,

The smile that makes your eyes go wide.

The dreams that keep you awake,

The plans in head that were never made.

The memories on heart which aren’t dead.

The roads in the list that were never lead.

The unfinished story which you never wrote.

The dried flower in your favorite coat.

Unfinished circles are not incomplete.

They give you a reason to compete.

They make the air look so beautiful.

They make the noise smell faithful.

The chaos in your head is leading your life.

The wound you have reminds you of knife.

The song unsung reminds of the weather .

The blissful day reminds the Heather.

Not everyone is happy to drown.

Not everyone fights without a frown.

Not everyone has a story to tell.

Not everyone has got up who fell.

So smile at the left pieces.

Cherish not the full moon but it’s slices.

Life might not be complete in your way.

But the way you conquer none can take away.




I often ask myself,

Where are the dusts of forever in my shelf?

What defines the end and the beginning?

In which is confined its meaning?


Is forever the life of the fly for it?

A minute for which it is lived?

Or does it lie in the spread of this sky?

Has it always been this blue and white?


If it started from the eves apple,

And ends in the doomsday maple,

Where in it do i lie?

Where in it do you lie?


Sometimes i think it lies in your smile,

Sometimes in that extra mile,

Through which i walked alone,

In search of happiness which you home.


Whenever comes the boundary of always,

Wherever the desert meets the ocean waves,

If you stop and look back ever,

I will be there,waiting,forever.