In real life poverty doesnt mean dirty clothes, broken house or shabby place.
It's getting call as soon as you wake up to pay debt.
Its poverty when you are in pain but can't afford to see doctor.
Its poverty when you feel guilty for not taking care of your loved ones.
Its poverty when your job isn't enough to pay your debt.
It's poverty when you need to ask your friend for money.
It's poverty when you are scared to go out from your house because you never know whom gonna show up for asking money.
In real life poverty isn't what you see from outside.

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Start distancing from people whom you know will leave you soon.
Even though it sounds selfish.
I know they deserve same love.
But tell me who's gonna deal with those memories alone.
Tell me who have to stay alone between those four walls.
Who will keep things inside in happiness and sadness because you are only one in room.
Who will keep seeing screens of phone laptop or tv without a single word from mouth.
You right?
When you will end up becoming unhappy then why not just become little selfish before and less unhappy after.

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There's lot of lines in my mind,
But I feel blind.
There's lot of poems running through,
But it's hard to review.
There's lot of paragraphs jumbling inside,
But nothing alive.
There's lot of stories knocking at the door of my mind,
Knocking to let them come out,
Knocking to lessen the pain inside,
Knocking to make space for breathing,
Knocking to find reason to live,
But I know,
I know my stories aren't light enough to handle by my paper.
There's lots of lines in my mind,
But I don't have an option to see,
And I feel blind.

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Overthinkers overthinks but none can understand why overthinkers overthinks.
No one can understand we don't want to think, it just come there and start making sentences,some pictures, some connections with things and start conversation within ourselves,
Like this can happen,
Or no no this is related to this and than this can be the outcome,
Or he told me this but m not like that
N so on...
There are enormous questions which keep crossing our heads.
And it's terrible.
We really want to sleep
We really want to relax but not even a single second our mind made us feel relaxed.
Our sleep cycle are questions cycle.
It's ruining us.
But we are helpless.
Because no one can understand overthinking is not what we are thinking it's our mind who is not stopping.
For overthinkers Overthinking is a synonym of depression.

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Once you enter into your adulthood and start sacrificing your dreams,
You forget how confidence looks like,
You forget how your imagination used to work,
You forget how your boldness used to speak,
You know what you want but you forget from where to start,
Your life gets stuck between 9-7 jobs,
And when you see others living your dreams,
You regret,
You feel broke,
You start doubting your existence,
You think of starting everything fresh,
But your life smirks at your compulsion.

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I am living in my own little world.
There are thousands of things I thought about and millions of dreams I imagined coming true.
I am a day dreamer.
I imagine little things and feel those butterflies behind my little things. My Little world want to fulfill those day dreams but I don't know how to turn it into reality. I want to do things but I don't know how to do things. I am sure many of us know this phase of life. I don't know what this phase is called. Sometimes it's tempting but sometimes it's hard to come back to reality.
This phase of our life is different but it makes me happy.
I am not sure what to do today but I know what I want to feel in future.
This phase of day dreaming made me realised how I want to live, what I want to do, how I want to be treated , where I want to go, how I want to be surprised and how I want to be loved.
People call me childish but isn't it satisfying how those little things makes you find your little happiness.
So lie on your bed.
Dive into your own little world.
And enjoy your moment of being you.

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It's all lie.
There is nothing we can do to help ourselves.
Big dreams but it's impossible to change the circumstances without losing anything.
Your fate just makes you cry.
Not even a single hand of help will come your way when you are in need.
It's all lie.
Your prayers remained unanswered but you kept praying.
Your circumstances were getting worst but you kept pretending.
Your loneliness were depressing but you kept hiding.
Your soul died but you kept your body alive for the world of fakes.

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Life is unfair to everyone at some point.

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His screams runs through my veins
His frustation shows on my hands
His madness stitched my words
And with time I became his caged bird.

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When the weather will be cold
When a cold heart will become heavy
When happiness will ceases to exist
When life will not be the same around
When flowers will ceases to bloom
When birds stop chirping
Someone will bring spring breeze to you
Someone will melt your frozen heart
Someone will come to see you
Someone will come with willow leaves
Someone will come as a bluebird
Someone will come to make the weather fine again.

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