Hold the darkness tightly than the light

For it has shown you what light seems like

Even when you don’t have anything

Say that you have everything

What is often most neglected

Is often sought after

It may put you in depair now

How about creating something new anyhow

Bogged down, yes

Heavy hearted, yes

Who says you can’t 

The perfectionist sounds amateur and you cry

You bury yourself in a graveyard

Of never ending onus

Picturing a world that will suddenly put you to fame

No rewards for a deed done good

A critics appear as cynic

As you allow it to take it over

There is a sudden chaos

And a little thunder

You vanish in the blunders

In the middle is the source

That will walk you through with wonders

Stay they say, just stay

A part of you stays in the same place always

Even when the body has moved to a greying place

Unlike the hazy stars

A sudden moment is enough to rebuild 

A foundation that had submerged 

In your world full of guilts.