There is a very thin line of difference between a Pessimist and a Perfectionist. Both are scared to fail, strive for ideal but the only think unlike in the two is- Pessimist thinks it will last forever and Perfectionist knows it won't.

There are only two most powerful situations- being so small that you have nothing to lose and being so big that you don't care what you lose!

I have a lot of,unfinished poems.And all of them are like,some love affair,that started too quick,and died too young.Each incomplete art to me,is like a memory lane,of an insane passion,that words,couldn't explain,and colors couldn't contain.

Moon is a shining ball,from the window on my wall.Moon is blemish-laden,from the terrace of my mansion.Moon is a cold flame,from the porthole of my airplane.Yet I have heard,Moon is muse to philosophy brothers,Moon is nurse to romantic lovers.How can it be so various?Are we not the same?Or did the Moon really change?

During the late nights,when my eyes are a little sunken,and heart is a little full.When my brain is a little poetic,and soul is a little dull.I pull,my phone and scroll,the Instagram.At that moment I feel how I,don't belong.Not to this.Not to this, which is everythingperfect and everything bliss.The uphill battle,the tough grind,the donkey work- we all do.and we all want to decline.We end up opening Instagram,to put up a false pretty ME,and a fake perfect AM

This life is quite a rave- few heartaches, some long waits, altering faiths & breaking cliches!

As the sun sets, something in me rises! Do you think it could be my soul? I feel it's a big probability!

Sometimes, some of times in life are Lifetime!

We are all same, inside our homes!