To the person who wants to love me, let us be clear that I am like a wave ,one that you photograph with the setting sun and also the one of a furious storm!

Poignant are the acts of those people who sit on high horses and egoistic rides across the common surroundings,forgetting that reality cannot be hidden in glass houses .

Peninsulas blossom beneath the naked island sun ,cascading in the hues of green towards the bluey waters . I would be joyful enough to slope through her tresses.

I wanted space not distance between us .

the cratered moon proudly shows its scars amongst the clear ,yet small stars , inspiring humans to bear their heart while there life is falling apart .

my thoughts are the waves crashing upon the shore of the mind of me as well as others ; ebbing and flowing to faraway lands to comeback roaring with all its monstrosity.

Doesn't matter what the Day's Weather is ,so your day is at your will.

Depression is the ultimate result of one's pent-up catharsis of living in the World of illusions and over-thinking of everything.