Ankit Samrat

Lost child ,Open dreams .

Self respect and reality is tough rival when it comes to balance it honestly.

I dream it shatters, I expect and dissapoints, I get tired & Same dream insists I want to be your & my fatigue smiles as whole energy be in me .

Don't miss the beauty behind otherwise your whole race will end up with wasting time running on trademill.

Either you suffer& die or you choose to fight& rebirth until dreams cometh true and reach you home.

Don't wait for better Investment options, Invest and then wait for better time.

In urge to modern don't slip much that you can't find yourself someday & die in confusion or end up in doing rubbish. Fly but by realizing your root.

The highest religion of human is the identity for which he is living rest is either one of the path or unnecessary fight.

All fear in me is because of my impatience to overcome my fear & love .@mirage @image @reflections

I always miss the depth , It becomes old when I see . To see beyond that is like a dream. Memory Loss .