Poets never die, poems never die.
The pen never rusts, so doesn’t the mind.
Together we flock, together we boast,
of this incredible find,
Often I ask myself, what does it take to write? In my view, one needs emotions, creativity, little vocabulary, patience and of course, some time for one's own self. For years I've been writing to talk to myself. Now on, I have decided to share with the world, my poems. In a world of billion poets, I’ve set my foot to find my own identity. Trusting my heart for its abysmal emotions and trusting my friends for their perennial motivation, this day I say to myself, whatever it takes, write.