'If you have peace and freedom
You definitely have more than enough elements
to create an exceptional art'
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No matter you gained that peace after going through chaos or just figured out to find it in little things. No matter you gained that freedom after losing everything or just seeked after it until you get it. If you have these two, you have the power.

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My pen bleeds hatred,
The number of times
I touch it furiously losing respect
for something or someone
Because I am cut
The number of times
I replay the memories of those amiss words.

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Every now and then
I would tell them to come down here to me
Wide awake putting on some comfy clothes
And holding coffee in one hand
I would be eagerly waiting in my balcony
Raising my other palm, I would indicate them to land on it
And ask those little shiny souls to spread a bit of light, their golden pixels in this dull dim dusky world
Then share all my deep wishes
Along with those tangled messes without any curls
And I will simply stare at them for hours and hours
Peaceful wouldn't it be?
And then smiling at my this act,
I would just let them go for what they are, simply some flying stars

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Being tangled between your thoughts
Is a different kind of mess
That most of the times
You can't even explain to someone

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If someone didn't said you so let me say it...
Its okay and its fine if you
Feel confused, feel stucked
If you think you are incapable
or you are just not enough...
If you want to run away from everything
Since you feel everything is happening wrong
If you feel lost and a little insecure
want to end things, just couldn't take any long
If you are tired hiding your misery
Even deep down want to share it..
but just can't or just don't know with whom

Well just have a little bit faith and remember
you are having these thoughts
just because of certain situations...
And situations aren't permanent.

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And look how ironic the term
being Alone is...

For some its a comfort, privileged peace
That they rarely could afford
And for some it is scary, a saddened reality
That they wanna run away from

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What do i do?
They conquer me like a pure evil they already are
And I barely could control myself
Thus I no more remain the sane and optimistic me...
Leading those toxic words and memories
work like a poison,
I surrender and sink in the
sea of incapabilities,
Tied by the chain of giving up,
So that i could now finally stop...
Stop to try and to stand again
Alas! These negative, anxious
and self-doubting thoughts
I didn't want them in, but
What do i do?

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For me and most of the people out there
Writing is just an escape
Just an excuse
To express something and everything
We couldn't and might not speak in reality

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Travel to explore, Travel to know more
Travel to gain experience, Travel to look back at memories
Travel solo, Travel with your gang
Travel for work, Travel to escape
Travel planning a vacation, Travel having a road trip
Travel that you have chance, Travel to have no regrets
Travel to wander, Travel to make friends
Travel to laugh, Travel to make any stranger laugh
Travel to take photos, Travel to find natural art
Travel with curiosity, Travel to show-off
Travel when you are gloomy, Travel when your are excited
Travel to make yourself calm, Travel to know you're strong
But moreover Travel...
Travel to learn about yourself

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Reputation, position, class, power,
money, fame never fancied me
But people does...
People with kind gestures and
genuine smiles on their face

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