One hand on myself and the other touching the sky, one foot waving with air and the other fighting with the earth, these are not my dance moves, but the performance of my soul.

Today, I killed all my egos, jealousy, desires, greed and anger, not in one go but step-by-step, second-by-second and what left was just one thing- A story of conspired success.

Every failure, which I embraced with my open heart and sparkling eyes never made me feel like failed but actually one stop closer to success.

I kissed the glass of my fortune, not sure it will be hot or cold, sweet or bitter, but I kissed as I didn't had any other option, either to try it or be hungry forever.

The Poem of my Heart is sometimes Melancholy and sometime Gloomy, what didn't changed is its love for rhythm, likewise the colour of my life is sometime dark and sometime blazing, what need not to change is my own vision.