Writing.

Pages and images of imaginations,give me peace.
Thoughts and words never break me into pieces.
The nib of the pen is connected to every inch of my soul.

I crumble and mumble,through pages and prahses.
I scatter and gather my thoughts into Poems.
I cry and shy when I write something that is close to my soul.

I tear,I get up,I give up,I mix up,When it’s so hard to convey,A story I freak up.
I wonder the encounter I had with my dark part,
I’m struck and enlightened by the magic when I write something from my heart.

It’s creative to the world,And close to my soul,
It’s beautiful for the world,But my life in words to me,
My brain is on a break,when my heart connects with a page.

PS- Don’t you all writers feel the same way?

Demon.

She saw a person,
Tall and dark,
The person left people,
With many brusies and harsh marks.

She saw the person,
walk towards her,
Getting very close to where she was,
“I Killed many people today”,
He told her.

She realized he was a demon,
And hated him in every way,
She tried to fight him,
To stop him,
But found herself too drained.

Her life was getting dim,
When finally came a day,
She leaped off the top floor,
The demon was inside her,
She was no more.

Dark.

Our souls,running in the dark woods,
Trying to find a way to escape,
The hunters,who have their cages and guns,
To drag us down,And wear a crown.

Torch lights flash,and we run for cover,
In this darkness,we have each other,
To hold,whimper and cry.

Now they search for our trails,
As we hide,don’t they?
And we walk on a fragile path,that would break soon,from our weights.

Searching for the fences,
Making our way to exit,This dark place.

They take out their guns,and shoot at us,
And we fall in pain,
You look at me,I know for me its you,
In this dead dark night,for the last time,
your lips so sweet,remind me of the first kiss,
I know for you,It will always be me.

Who,What,Where,Why.

WHO are you?
You are a gift,A gift which can’t be brought from all the money in the world,
A creator,who creates his own world for A better place to live.
A searcher,who searches for an answer when in trouble,
A solver,who finds solution when a problem can’t be solved.
A beautiful person,who gets up everyday,puts on a good outfit and tries to makes his life perfect.

WHAT can you do?
You could do the impossible,Only if you believe,
You could fight the people,who put you down,
You could show the world,you are not worthless,
You could survive a hurricane,and live a life as beautiful as a rainbow.

WHERE are you?
You are somewhere you are forced to be,
You are in dreams,that are hard to believe for the rest of the world,
You are weeping,over something you didn’t get,
You are living with opinions,thinking about people not YOURSELF.

Then WHY are you doing this?
Just go out there,Chase your dreams,
Make them come true,stop waiting for challenges to come to you,
Go and challenge yourself,
Survive the storm,and see the sunshine.
Shoot for the moon,You may atleast land up among the stars.