Beauty God created Animals and The World. So beautiful, Intriguing, Fascinating and Majestic in their natural beauty. Humans, on the other hand, are just Basic, to be compared. The ugliest for some, not in appearance, but in Behaviour, Mannerism and Character.

Belief There once was a girl, Who had precious dreams, They were worth a whirl, To see those faces and beams, She dreams of clappings, And roaring crowds.. Pretty table settings, And maybe a little bow But then she thought, "Oh no, I forgot..", The dream was hers, not to please others, Some people were mean, cruel and non believers, That she could reach the stars, she had promised to deliver, So one day she said to these people, "Oh go ahead, continue the evil" She knew she will be what she wants to be, It doesn't matter who or what, "nothing will stop me".

Why Do You Write? I write because I want to, I need to and I like to. I write because it's a pleasure and a blessing to be able to. I write because I've never wanted to do anything else as badly or as naturally as the act of writing itself . I may not be a brilliant writer, and I may even be quite bad at it but I am honest and sincere doing it. It's the one thing I can't lie & trick myself into enjoying. I write because it sets me free. I write because I have something to say, something to share. Just something.. The day we stop will be the end of me. The end of us all here in Opuss, because that's the day words seem choked, minds seem blank and spirits die.

Jaded What's past and gone, leave it be, be done. Old feelings so hard, so hard to shake away.. One would never have thought from the way she behaved. Her inner eye opened only to see, Of what could have been, no one else but he. Her heart crumbled into the dust that should never have been, But it's true.. It's true.. the hurt and love left some tint. her misleading gaiety hides what she truly feels, And again, she whispers what's sweet and lovely, be careful, it kills.

Monsters Underneath Always wonder why it's always the 'Face' value. What about what's inside of you? What about the soul? In the dead of the night she seeks her heart. Her mind, her soul, her missing part. she believes this isn't everything, And knows that there is more to this. She refuses to conform and to be mainstream, But oh the people, they shatter her dream. At the end of everyday, She counts her souls, Those that were still unsplintered, She wrapped them up in gold. They were so very precious and breathed hope for her, All she wishes for is to pursue unhindered. But #life is funny sometimes, the more you desire the greater the obstacles. What happens to who and what you really are? What defines you or doesn't? Or.. What if you don't even know who that person in the mirror is?