How beautiful it is
to soak the eyes again.
From leaving the world behind,
to getting drowned in pain.



How absurd it is
to think the curse has left by.
With millions of shattered pieces
and the love for a soulful cry.

-

We are witnessing a transition. From people not speaking to each other due to ego, self-esteem being weird to it being the new normal. Good conversations are dying a slow death.

-

The lightest of the light
and the thinnest of the thin
a ray of hope is always there
sometimes forsaken and often unseen.

-

Trust the flow
and keep walking by
Collect your pieces
and move to the sky.

-

Get yourself drowned, so deep that no one can reach the depth.

-

Some go far,
But some do stay.
Some gets hitched
While rest walk their way.

-

Talks are better than skin.

-

A man with word.

-

// The lost times //

-

The Race

-