In every passing year,
We realize that..
We can not be everywhere,do everything,save everyone.
We must pick and choose our battles, and those we wish to fight for.
Our loved ones shield us from,
Battering winds of reality,
Act as refugee from storm,
Hold us when we are lost,
Take us in when we're worn.

Yes,sometimes distance separates us from those we love,
But it also strengthens connections. Because, in separation, we realize that people we love were everything we could've wanted in the first place.

But if destiny doesn't favor,
People can leave. People change.
But if we love them, we must be willing to let them go with the understanding that distance can play a game.

The bonds that matter, will always persevere.

You do something
And you feel guilty
Better don't do it again..
If you do it again
You don't deserve to feel guilty again..

Whatever you choose to do
You must make peace with your soul..
Because you live this second only once
Do it happily..

My sketch..

Papers..

You made flowers bloom

You made tress grow

You made oceans roar

And you painted skies glow

Then you made humans

You gave them life

You gave them power 

You gave them emotions

And you have shown them solutions

But why did you allow them to create those papers?

That can make them go crazy 

Making their cornea hazy..

Forgetting the bounds

Going around it round and round..

Can make them kill their friends

And ditch their Loves..

Lol what not?

Ain't a day ain't a night

They fight and fight 

But never feel enough of it!!

Why god why??

Why did you allowed the humans to create money?

Mixture of imperfections..

If being her kind of mess isn't good enough for him,
Then there must be "terribly wrong" with something,what made him choose her out of all..
Maybe he is upset searching for some magical flawless sparks,Which isn't in "her".

She is all made of...
Blemishes on face
Too slow in pace,
Errors in judgments
Ditches in commitments,
Late bloomer of emotions
Always soaking in confusions,
But.. that is what "she is"
A "Mixture of imperfections"...

He need not promise her stars
She wishes,He would rather love her scar's..

They finally met..
Probably in the parallel universe..

In the kingdom of constellations,
Around billions of scintillating stars..
Where infinity can be felt
And milky ways melt..

There were

No point of problems and solutions
Nothing but the eclipsing celestial reflection's..

Devoid of definitions for right and wrong

As shooting stars sing a beautiful song..

Her laugh brighter than cosmos

His heart catching those echo's..

Their atoms magically responded

Giving wings to fly universe and beyond..

Daydream Vs nightmare

She fell in love with the darkness of night
rather the sunshine of day...
Guess why?
Day can never ever be more genuine than a night...
Because day, have people around you act based on their moods and needs,
Whereas night's have bold and determined yet emotionally broken souls fighting with their odds..

Even her worst nightmare had never broke her heart more than a beautiful daydream did...