We are all protagonists of this great novel. Each character has chapter of their own. We have stories of love, laughter, sorrows and scars, unrequited love and heart breaks. There are stories behind stories. Some we know, some we don’t. Some characters are weaved with an invisible red thread and we feel the bond.

Sometimes we lose it.

Some are warriors and some are conqueror.

But we all have a similar story to tell.

Similar but different.

Different but similar.

The colours of our tear and smile and broken hearts are no different than the other.

The core is all the same.

Humans.

We all bleed red.

More than a decade ago, I left my country. I did not want to, yet I did. I did because I was supposed to do. I was supposed to do because it did not do as I wanted it to do. I wanted a safe place it was perilous. perilous that you can't go to school. perilous that you can't play out. Perilous that you are controlled by everyone. perilous that you can't be still.

Motherland was in turmoil so were we. I talked to her so she can peace herself , she did not reply. I squealed out a piercing scream so she can peace herself, she only showed disappointments. By then, I was tired and traumatized.

I called God and asked for redemption but nothing changed. My loud mind couldn't think because everything and everybody was noisy. That was suffocating me to death and we had to safe ourselves. I was just two years of age. I strongly believe that I didn't deserve the pain and hunger I experienced. Even so, History taught me that whoever disrespects peace would be punished severely. I'm still restless. I'm restless when they arrogantly tell me to go back to my motherland. They don't know that I miss it so much in every second of my life. Please Don't mess with PEACE.

love is free and frees you.

love is jewelry and princifies you

love is unique and adorifies you

love is essential and modifies you.

love is a leader and leads you.

love is an agent of smiles

love dwells in clean hearts

I think you’re

The habit of lacking apathy

Where efforts needed for action

Where one believes ease as unamiable

Where one sweats in the face

Where moms serve smilingly and dads earn gracefully

Where players play hard for the glory

Where Students constantly work for success and always believes a room to improve

I could continue..... but I think you lead to one destination

even so different people count on you differently

You’re loyal and you bring prosperity!

You’re nothing but success that everyone can!

I WONDER!

I wonder who is me?

I wonder why i'm here?

about the world I wonder!

wondering is never bad or good

no this way and this time it's peril

Imagine looking walls all wondering,

wondering about nothing and everything

when your mind is everywhere and no where.

You asked me why I stopped writing 

all of a sudden

but did you know

every line felt like a huddle

it first hit me

when I was told I write beautifully

but I could see that no one took it quite seriously

still I write every inch of me

but now was met dead ears and eyes that saw

only what they want to see

with quivering hands and a throbbing mind 

I begged for the paper to set me free

only to see the rains wash away the ink slowly

NO my dear nothing happened suddenly

You are losing yourself,

by searching yourself

in other selves.

Hey, If you dare deprive from yourself,

to get back yourself

Is much more complicated than some imagined.

I don't talk

my lips part, and air pushes out,

but the sound must not fit,

because my thoughts are so big,

so I don't try to talk,

my thoughts must be too good for

words, for the air, for my lips,

but they are just right for paper,

my thoughts flow on paper,

they are just big enough

so I don't talk

I compose

I write

I dream

Poetry is an act of peace.

It drives out darkness.

poetry can repair no loss.

It defies the space that separates.

poetry is never dead to our pleas.

It offers a way to shape.

Poetry is just the evidence of life.

It is the food of the real life.

poetry is something I'm fond of.