I don't even know why I'm publishing these.

So , hello Fiona and that's all .

I'm not a poet, there can be mistakes in it. I just like sharing whatever I write.

** player discretion is advised** Just to be clear these are NOT suicidal thoughts . I think these are some feelings one feels when they're feeling low , when everything is going downhill.

A poem not written by a writer or a poet or a professional. Edit : Ok , so this is not really a poem. It's just some lines.

Don't think about how long it's gonna take. Keep grinding until you achieve your goals.

Record , listen to how you feel , write down the common problem , FIX IT.

Not all are same. If not all men are good, not all are bad. Similarly If not all women are good , not all are bad. I MIGHT BE WRONG. No hate intended.

Mushk is an 'URDU' word which means AROMA in english.

This is just a story that I wrote. Before criticizing me , please do remember that I am not a writer , so there are definitely gonna be mistakes in it and also English is not my first language.