"A Note To MYSELF."

I'm sorry for having it realised 

A little too late.

You deserved to be at first but it was

Way too behind where you'd been placed.

I'm sorry for taking you so granted

And For believing only to what

 the so-called others presented.

I'm sorry for not thinkin' about you

In those dark lonely nights.

I feel bad to 've ignored you

An' kept somebody else in my mind.

When you wanted me to cuddle you tight

I was busy craving for that somebody to be my side.

I'm sorry for not realising that

Even you might lose it sometimes.

I always forced you to be someone

The way others constantly specified. 

I often saw you as somebody's someone

But I forgot, before all of that

You're just a person, a unique self

& A distinctive human.

There's still so much left

That I should apologise for.

I'm truly indebted to you 

For being so steady in all my moods.

I'm grateful to you for Embracing

So beautifully all those things

That the world's brought to you 

Cz if you had lost it anyway 

I'd haven't just been what I am today.

Be Like Her.

"BE LIKE HER."

Every eye was at her

But she only gazed 

at her outlook Gonna be 

the way she always desired

Every talk had her name

Yet she’s neither 

a celebrity Nor 

The one with fame

Out of all traits,

When they rebuked her glitches,

She winked &

headed onward

When they perceived her failures

She felt pompous for being 

compact  To stay amidst 

the flinty world

When they queried her subsistence,

She Conducted herself

 in the lead And 

outlived her journey.

"World Untravelled".     

They travel to this geological

The world around them,

From hills to barrens

From woods to coastal lands.

Some like the palatial buildings,

Some enjoy the blooming nature.

But wherever they go, search for peace

An' wish for the relish hours of ease.

They might even find these

At one place or the other.

However, authentic harmony

Exists elsewhere.

Within all of us lies

An enchanting world.

That’s just been dreamt 

But never travelled.

Where’s the home of our desires

On the land of dreams,

Where are the only people

With whom we always crave to be.

Where no one runs after the velvet

People don't make gestures for the league's sake.

Not a soul makes up to be delightful

‘Cause fulfilment resides in the core. 

Where the breeze has the 

Sense of bona fide solace.

And also, the flora confers

The aroma of serenity to the essence. 

Thus, either we’re at work or take rest,

Even when we sleep or we’re awake

In every mind-state, playful or miserable

Our virtual world endlessly illuminates.