It's beautiful sitting here by the ocean
Watching so many things going on around you
Children playing
Dogs running, sleeping peacefully or coming behind you in want for some love and care
Couples walking, talking and spending a good time together
Some old people just coming around to take a walk
Some young boys jogging
Some workers returning back from work
All these is a bliss to the eyes each day.....

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It's beautiful sitting here by the ocean
Watching so many things going on around you
Children playing
Dogs running, sleeping peacefully or coming behind you in want for some love and care
Couples walking, talking and spending a good time together
Some old people just coming around to take a walk
Some young boys jogging
Some workers returning back from work
All these is a bliss to the eyes each day.....

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It's beautiful sitting here by the ocean
Watching so many things going on around you
Children playing
Dogs running, sleeping peacefully or coming behind you in want for some love and care
Couples walking, talking and spending a good time together
Some old people just coming around to take a walk
Some young boys jogging
Some workers returning back from work
All these is a bliss to the eyes each day.....

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A pen and a paper...
And.....
The ability that i have to write,
to turn my feelings into words,
To transform my pain into poetries
And happiness into beautiful songs.
What makes me a writer is the gift of thoughts language and words to express
Creating reflections of my thoughts and feelings into a piece of art
Which can be forever stored.....

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Doesn't it hurt???
Yess it does, but then I swallow it up like a glass of wine
Hoping one day atlast I'll be fine...
Don't you feel bad?
You sit all alone there watching, don't you feel sad?
Why wouldn't I feel bad?
My hearts not made of stone that I won't feel sad
But what difference does it make if I sit there crying
Instead I fake laugh as I keep on trying....
People say, why this fakeness why this mask round your face???
Why don't you show yourself
And just stop running this race????
I feel it's easy pretending than explaining,
It's easy smiling than letting your tears flow
For the people you once relied on
Would some day not be there
The shoulders you would cry on
Would some day disappear
Your fears that would keep you awake
Would some day come true,
Tear you apart in pieces, breaking your heart in two
And then that day you'd feel fed up
Of showing yourself to the world
Then on that day you'd know that,
It's okay to be fake.....

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The number you are trying to call,
Is currently fed up
Of trying time and again alone
Trying to talk
Trying to resolve
Trying to put in a little more to heal
Trying to take a step more no matter how hard it feels
So she's shut down herself to the world around her
So stop trying to call just when you need
Cause sometimes a listener needs a listener too
And it seems that it's not you.....

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The real you....
To let yourself flow on a piece of paper
It's not easy to write about
Every detail of yourself
And leave the traces of your scars
The ones that still hurt you deep within
The scars healed yet the memories of which still tear you apart
It's not easy to write about
The one you are and what you've come through
Because each word that you spell and write down the page
Is like a peircing thorn which pokes your heart deeper leaving newer wounds newer scars

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Under the star dust sky
You looking at the stars
But I can't get my eyes off you
You say "today is the most beautiful night
Hey hey!!!! Look at the stars they're shining so bright"
I say to myself ' why won't today be the most precious of all times
I've got an Angel waking beside me'
How I wish i could say it loud
Tell me how much I'm found
Of you
Your smile
Your cute face
Inocent, so filled with grace
Oh I just wish you once have a look at me
You'd know why with you I always wish to be
I wish it's everyday just you and me
Under the sky stars filled like glitter
Ohh I wish this moment freezes
Cause it's just you with whom I'd always want to be

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Sometimes it's better to be alone and silent
Specially when you get signs that you are no more welcome

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Suddenly I started connecting to the night
The moon, the stars, the calmness and the dark
Suddenly I found a spark
In this time when all I could barely hear is a dog bark
At this hour of time
I could sense tears rolling down
On the realisation of missing you
Missing our talks
Missing that concern
Missing that care
You say I've changed
I say so have you
Nothing's the same anymore
I just miss the old me and you

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