Being

Will I reside fondly enough within anyone's heart , to be called a poem ?

Will I create my life big and humble enough to be called a poem ?

Will I ?

or , will I perish just like another silent leaf among the hundreds and thousands leaves in a tree ?

Will I be someone's reason for wanting to live life once again ?

Will I be like a lamp to light up someone's path when life appears to be lost in layers of darkness , or like the first glass of water to a thirsty dried up throat that quenches the thirst of the soul ! 

Will I be able to say to myself - "please , hold on my soul , don't give up yet , it's always darkest before dawn ... "

Will I be able to survive pretence , pain , betrayal , heartbreaks , death and loss ?

So many thoughts create trenches in my soul everyday , keeps me awake , makes me restless ...

Let's create a moment where time's forever frozen , and love doesn't doubt too much ...

Let's create a safe comfort zone deep within our hearts for others and ourselves to have faith in ...

Let's not  judge other's from the preface...;

Cause----- Regret is more powerful than Gratitude . That's why we grieve so much after losing ... 

Let's rejoice just 'being us' .

Is it really too difficult ;

 too much to ask...?