Hitting rock bottom isn't as terrifying, as the minutes you spend there.

While you are stuck on the ladder of life, the least you can do is help others move up.

Perhaps mortality is the reason why we are inconsistent with our passion.

Perceive me not as a cave of architectural beauty;

but as an empty wine glass waiting to be filled...

A Terribly Short Story

Many a men on adventures embark,
looking for treasures hidden in the dark.
Blinded by the glitter of gold and the jewels,
they load their loot on their hungry mules.
As they march through the dungeons they loose their treasure,
little do they know, death awaits at a measure.
Until they reach the mouth of the enchanted cave,
A demon attacks and a hundred men are slayed.
Only but two, wounded yet alive,
escape the beast and run into the light.
They then sit back and channel their minds,
the treasure they had lost, once again they find.
Neither glitter nor gold, but the true bond of brotherhood they behold,
was their true treasure, which for years to come, in their bosoms they shall hold.

I may not be a perfect example of humanity, 

But at least I try.

My Love,

Although I have my own cruel ways

I will always remember you, 

as my Sweet November.

They say I am

the ideal example 

of unconditional love.

They look at me 

with awe and respect, 

as though 

I were the brightest star in the sky. 

How would they know, 

my luminosity isn’t out devotion, 

but out of constant burning, 

for centuries together, 

yearning for You.

Northern Lights

Take me there, just once... 

There, were the river of light flows above us...
Those gleaming and majestic rays
From which my eyes never would stray...
Wide Eyes
watching Dancing Lights
in the Clear Skies...

Enthral me.

Bewilder me.

Enfold me in your mystical delight.

Let me lay on the bare grass and fall asleep under your sight...

Take me there once, just once...

to see the Northern Lights...

Don't envy me for living my Dreams.

Who asked you to give up on your's?