LOST

                               Lost
           In my own imaginations
      A maze of feelings to understand
               I found no way out
                            Trapped
                              Alone
                           Desolate
                            Fearful
          Blindfolded my eyes were
                    So was my heart
                What ifs daunted me
                Heart racing it was
                   To realise that
           I was lost in our memories
                 Not imaginations
                     Just reality
              I never wanted to face
                             Lost
                         I still am
                    Because I am
             Still finding a pathway
                  Away from you
                        And pain

STORM

There is a storm in my life,
And everyone is not so kind,

The slow wind....blow from a side..
And destroy the whole of my life.

I am telling my feeling to one's,
But no one hear me at once.

One day this storm will go,
By striking my life and whole.

My Happy place 😁😅

For me A toilet is a happy place,
When you want to see your real face.

Thousand of ideas..
Running on your mind,
When the leaves are shaking outside..
With a blow of wind.

We can sit here for hours and hours,
Because this time is purely ours.

You can get some good ideas here,
And implement them anywhere.

I get that peace of mind,
Which I unable to find,
Just by thinking,
While pooping.
😆😆