Poem — You have to left me in the wilderness of myself alone, A self whose self I no longer own, Linger I shall in the coldness of separation, for which there are no cure. Linger I shall till you come to claim that which is yours, I will be a bridge imprisoned, So you may walk…

A Poem — Broken heart, is just like broken ribs. It’s goes through pain with every breath. Only the time will tell Whether the pain will kill or heal, But it learns to smile with a strong will. Those broken pieces with sharp edges. Keep shattering themselves deep inside. Inflicting the damage with the pain inside. The pain never goes anywhere, it stays inside. As it hides behind the smile with the time. The smile shines brighter than the pain inside. With a every passing night.

A Poem — Everyday is a fight when it’s in your heart and mind, but not by your side. You try to silence the thoughts every time, But it’s not easy to kill those at the same time. Every day you woke up with a smile, As you can’t stop thinking about it whole night, Every breath and every thought, Keep roaring this in your mind. Bear the pain through all the nerves every night. Everything will be worth at the end of it, You keep your believe and faith in it. You have what it takes, to get what you want. Without a doubt in this life.

A Poem — Memories and Dreams, the two sides of coin, Both have the power to keep you awake at night, When one tries to kill you every night, While other gives you the hope to survive the night. Dreams are the reasons You woke up to sunshine, When memories were trying to kill you every night, With every sunshine the heart fills with hope and faith. But as the sunsets the darkness makes it’s way, And the heart starts quivering, by losing hope and faith.

Poem — Broken heart, damaged soul with a confused mind With so many thoughts in my mind How could I sleep When I’m drowning in my thoughts every night In the ocean of these thoughts, I don’t know how to swim But with a hope of dreams, I’m trying to swim I don’t know! how long I’m…

When drawings reflect something deeper than just black lines on paper. — Every time I come across some sketch or painting art, I found myself staring at it for hours. Some of them always made me push my paddle of thinking, to find the thoughts behind the art, what the artist is trying to show us through it. It’s quite fun for…