I’m being me..so that you can be you..

I’m being me, so that, you can be you because there’s nobody who is going to be you or who can be you and I do not want you to loose track on what you can be, by trying or pretending to be somebody else.

You can’t wait until life isn’t hard anymore before you decide to be happy. Even the bad days are good days. You know even when it’s tough , I feel like it’s hard. I feel like I can’t do it. And I pick myself up. And the next day it feels OK. And that what’s I’m enjoying the most.

I’ve always believed that, it you’re pursuing your passion, then the journey itself is beautiful. You can’t choose the word difficult, you can’t be negative about it, because it your passion , your dream. And if you see yourself beautiful and unique then you won’t use such negative words for your dream and passion.


Put the paint on my nails,

just to cover my IQ stains..

Irrespective of colors, and their attitudes,

use the hollowness of my own wounds..

Holding my plastids in their banks,

wrote the consequences over their stamps..

Aesthetics of stories, influence the mechanism of defense,

labelled the organisation by liberty of stamp..


Today, I sign up in beauty…..

The beauty of Gold over soil,

The beauty of sky hugging the trees,

The beauty of Birds, that extract all my tensions, by flapping their wings, in peaceful air,

The beauty of Sun, when it kisses the soil,

The beauty of Giving Life, with no desires,




We find beauty in such beautiful statues, who is temporary…

Who Inhale or Exhale…

Who broke by words…

Who like you, but not love you…




The beauty is that,

Which lies in the words of William Wordsworth…

The beauty, which lies in taking care of life…

The beauty…..

which lies in the relationship of Earth with its beauty…

The beauty, which lies in words, that flow with the streams of water…



The beauty, that we neglect…

The beauty, that we forget…

The beauty, that we deny…

The beauty, that is on Calenders now…



But, today…

The beauty is called a STATE…

The state which followed by, commas and plosives…





Journey from Father to become Dad…..

In hairy lifted characters of skin
responsible shoulders lead hands to manage my pin,

You founded my heart roar from organ
tired fated hand over my covered slogan,

Overyjoyed by listening my first crooked voice
no words for sounds 'cause you became my mike,

Teacher of physics lead me how to fly
first over his hands, then in life's plight,

The trusted feeder, with no prime literature
managed tears realise me, patience of no crux,

Weak just a word of unkown dictionary
your eyes and hands never taught me how to kneel...

Breathe to be hold…..

Life is like a closed elevator, it keeps trying to close us from all sides. But all of us can hope to break these wall, only from ourselves. And if you have the courage to have this hope, then be it life or lift, nothing can confine you.

Stop being afriad, every man's fear is hidden in his past, and fear keeps pulling you back into the past.Once you get trapped in your past, then you will never be able to get out of it. Go beyond your lumits. Become limitless. You can do it.

Only you must have the right to limit yourself, not anyone else. It doesn’t matter if it is a memory, or a pain, or even love. It could be even hate.

“The day when you will understand this, you ‘ll be free from all the bonds”.