How time flies
With truth with lies
Time has so many purpose so has one's poem
It's just your perspective
Not the hidden depth motive
For someone it's just an aptitude to write
For someone it's just a profession to make future bright
For someone it's only a hobby to pass the moment
For someone it's a self development
For someone it's a thing that can make the person proud
For someone it's not just only about the person also the people living around
But for me it's a blessing that led me towards the thrive I strive for
Not only an essential element but also a turbulent shore
A reason for the instant access to my erratic complacency
Which has been trying to get closer to the self I never got to see
For me it only could have been my career my aim my dream my everything my freedom my lense
I believe it's the most desirable way to find inner peace along with my existence
In my point of view it's not my talent neither my final destination
I disagree that it's my one of the door to get people's attention
For me it's my reason to change and a preferable way to express my uncontrollable thoughts
A convenient pathway to get to know the real Mehbas lots and lots
I can't describe neither express how much I'm grateful to my deftness I've been bearing
I just want to show some gratitude to my other poems through this writing
It has been over 10 years and I wish to go some more way along with it
My poems really don't need any appreciation neither I care if it's a flop one or a hit
How time flies
With truth with lies...
