A little piece I wrote some years ago that I came across today, so thought to share it here...

Smoked am I, yet still stoked am I
I’ve been trolled, I’ve been told.
Say what you believe,
my truth is mine to uphold


Mere dil ka haal chahe mein janu, ya mera khuda jane
Ye zamana dewana, dewane ko kya jane
Zindagi ne kiye kitne situm, dil jane, ya khuda jane
Khuda jane, bus khuda jane!

Beauty,
Beauty in beauty,
What be beauty, but a reflection of the state of ones heart.
The same flowers some days go unnoticed. 
The same clouds; the same sunset; sunrise; are but unseen.

For it is not the moment; the place; the things, but how we feel which frame them into being beautiful.
Search for a space in your heart for beauty to live and be seen; for it resides not in things, but in your state of being.