There is a vision for a perfect day in my head,
finishing the books i have always said,
listening the rain drizzle on the window,
brewed coffee with view of the meadow,
Asides
There were things to tell you,
before I drown myself in the ocean,
feed myself to the sharks,
Instead of being loathsome,
There were things to tell you..
There is a phoenix inside each of us,
rattling out the cages, we call heart,
Ever wondered what keeps it inside?
Why doesn’t it tear the heart apart?,
burns what comes in its way?
so that you have a new self,
pure by the flames of desire,
without feeling of failure,
blinded just by passion,
without thirst, food,sleep,love,faith,hope,
Why do some of us soar so high?
Why do some live with scars?
It is when you killed what you loved,
stopped doing what you always wanted,
listened to the multitude of people,
who never listened to their own rattles of cages.
Writings to Heaven 
