Dream when gets fulfilled, one generally never thinks the support which helped him or her to get his dreams successful.

There’s a time for hope,
A time for despair ….

What good is a heart
With no chamber of love…

Her.

Is it worth the trouble or just insane to think about in the first place.

Nothing in this world can be called as waste or completely useless. Everything will have some purpose, without which they would not exist in the first place!

A poem about savoring all that we encounter…

If something is so perfect, then it would not find a place in this world, as there always has to be room for improvement to ensure survival.

Key To My Soul… (part one) was the first poem. For those who may not have read part one I will put a link at the end of this poem. I hope you enjoy. Please feel free to leave comments. It would be greatly appreciated.

I found love and its great. I am no longer his stepping stones.
He is my soil: