Wanna swing your mood!

You're enjoying I'm creating Neither hundred percent Nor the hundredth of whole Only like a mediocre of You and me. As long as I'm writing My poem bridges the gap Even though a single Atom of us.

 It's not only Where heart whispers But also brain echoes. It's not only To hide with heat and rain But also to seek togetherness. It's not only Coming back and cheers But also adieus and waits.

I'm not designed. I'm not fabricated. I'm not manipulated. I'm not only a human being to whon one can mould. I'm a stubborn soul.

When everything fails music passes through heart line.

Her friend added black color in her life. Now she is happy because she knows that black is the only color of the universe.

I got really mad at nights when the moon takes charge on the sky can you guess, how? I enter in the safe zone of my thoughts and exit from the other door to make strong, a relationship between lunar cycle and my behavior. Adult me, no not at all! a nine years old child bangs there because sometimes my mood and sleeping pattern trace rise and fall of the earth's ocean.

Your words wear attires of smile, faith, hope, insight, wisdom, truth and the echoing silence of you coming to you every time, I feel its a bundle of questionnaire, a humble answer to all queries that offer solace and peace like a musical terrace of mute home. If I'm worry. Your poetry is joy.