With the Butterflies in my stomach And entangled threads in my mind Was it so easy to fly once so high? The pictures all over the internet But the chaos in my mind Does it look so evident every time? With the entangled threads And a straight smile? People walking by Every day, every night. The horns of buses in my psyche Inhabiting the buzzing bees The scratching sound of the chalk Keeping me awake all night Like my hair is trying to break free My body wants to float in the void. With the hums of waves I float inside my psyche With the smoke of the past And the essence of the future Here I float in the present Losing every bit of me With agonies of the existence With the chaos in my mind Hope this time I survive.

Finding pain or love I get it No for your soul But for the mighty pen That bleeds and consoles You are the happiest freak But in search of misery The world may never know it But your fellow artist will resonate Be it a lovers tale Or a crazy psychopath It either makes a smile Or makes them grief over a glare It's you who stays shut forever But your pen bleeds passions It may look normal to others But I know how much it hurts The vivid memories The transparent skies Holding hands and "making you mines" Everything strikes back What others can pass over You assemble inside yourself And with every piece of trash You build an elegant memory. Yes you are God Or I would rather say Something greater than that 'Coz he made Adam mortal As he won wisdom But with your mightiest weapon Establish and eradicate Thousands of life You are innocent yet The most cognizant delight You are immortal forever As your pieces will stay alive The elements you create The memories you build Are greater and perplexing than inception Once you understand them They lead you toward immortality The immortal juice of divinity But if you get relinquished You are lost forever Even the mortal drink Can't heal the wounds it gives. The poem that you create Are greater than this universe This is just a note of love To remember all your grief The darker sides turned Into beautiful coloured butterflies. The ocean eyes rewrote as A tide of hope and surprise The million of things you hide inside The paper & pen that gives the life Thanks to all of them tonight As I am also the one WHO WRITES