Sometimes in chaos,
we find our peace.
Sometimes in the
calmness of the night,
you find your voice.
Sometimes while talking
to a group of people,
you suddenly pass
into a world of your own.
And sometimes,
you come across a perfect
mistake in the disguise
of something you always wanted.
Have you ever realised
that at times it's not
about the perfectly laid out plans.
Or the carefully estimated
decisions that you make.
At times it's about finding
your peace in the drama around you.
At times you need to find
that hand in the crowd
that could help you out.
At times nothing goes
the way you want it to.
And at times with
every passing minute,
you need to remind yourself,
That whatever fell apart
will come back.
Slowly.
But it will.
Last Seven Days Poems :
- Stay.
- I am Sitting on a Bench for Two
- Breathe Believe and Never Give Up
- Don't Show Me
- Lights and Hope
- Known Strangers
- How Many Times Can You Afford To Loose Yourself Again?