A book For me Is not just An inanimate object I rather consider it As a companion Imparting wisdom Through the stories Of Women and Men Revelatory, glorious, fiesty Or vulnerable, volatile, anarchic
Helping me To escape reality And open doors To unknown locations Showering meteors Of poetic verses Teaching me magic or fighting Providing me clandestine insights In order to decipher The meaning Not of the words But those blanks or spaces In between them For those are the primary notions An author wants The reader To feel
I go beneath the root of catharsis every moment through the labyrinth of veins of mine step after step I've crawled on the dried lifeless field poked my skin to make me fathom, I'm ALIVE........ for the time being
//all alone but I still dare to hope//
tenebrous night with deadly eyes in the nebula eclipsed moon on the forehead clouds sipped the porridge of hell like black haired angel of DEATH came to me everyday I became ALIVE and sent her empty handed again and again
new dawn another sun rises without obscurity birds scatter for survival game their stomach ache they all call on Creators' name I'm now having faith in my heart all will be fine unless I decide to turn down my own fate and the pages of my old diary
it seems lights sipping out from the cracks of my fragile heart I'm looking up the sky hasn't changed, but my night the pigeons all fly so high I should try to crawl one step at a time Lords hear me cry
//wipe my tears fight my all fears, sins shall die Almighty chooses me again//
opened my heart's windows that l like keeping closed everyday, the darkness o rebel, I don't fear of that, there I'll find the hidden treasure of mine, untouched and truly a new smell, ME
//I want to be the rose smiling in the garden for being the purpose of Earth to breathe, not that rose in the balcony, where people are not aware of her capabilities//
Most of us make ourselves too conscious of the opinion other people will think off. That does nothing but make you insecure of your own art and you yourself.
What then happens is you then start fearing of how your work will perform, and even if it performs slightly less than what it did the last time you feel a weight within you that make things even worse.
So free yourself and just put in the work, just do it and forget what will happen to it, for someday someone is going to see it and either get moved or inspired by it.
That is all that matters. That is all you should think about.