Poetic Philosophy

When you have nothing to write, you write poems. You write about the flowery galaxy, you try to feel morning glow; you keep moving, smiling, falling, struggling, and moving towards the eternal moonshine. When you have nothing, you have poetry…Writers are never lonely; they have someone always, someone inside them constantly pampering them, to laugh, to feel. They are the children of destiny…


One day there won’t be any hatred, there would be only poems mingling beautifully with the calming horizon. One day love would descend from the heavens, one day no one would shed tears in the shade, and one day ugliness would disappear. The pain is momentary, happiness is timeless. The morning sunshine would greet you without melancholy, times would change.


The phase is slowly passing by, it’s somewhat sinking into oblivion, the venom in my blood is gradually vanishing. I am flying, flying with the elves and my dreams. When you have everything, you write poetry. When you close your eyes and see no nightmare, you write poetry. That’s the beauty of words that won’t let you down, won’t make you sad. They would just hold you tight and you just can’t escape. Just feel the moment, just feel the fleeting silence that’s resting inside your soul, just love yourself without asking anything in return, and just create a life without a room for unhappiness. Thoughts are priceless, preserve them, and exhale when you find a company.  You won’t be alone, you won’t die alone, and you won’t cry alone, there would always be someone to catch your tears from falling…




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