I agree with Henry Miller's words in ‘Tropic of Cancer’: “I have no money, no resources, and no hopes. I’m the happiest man alive.” 

These words help me release all my anxiety.

Sharing a part of one of my longer poems here. 

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It’s all about those days, those carefree days

When we walked through the wilderness of this world

And fell in love twenty times a day

Those days, 

When granny put coins in our pockets, 

With her teeth in the last stages of decay 

Those days 

When it was easy to even out differences

Those days when we knew 

The contours that we wanted to explore

And treat this world as it deserves

Those hostel days

When the market of desires were all decked up

How can we forget the taste of that freedom?

Those days 

When we were jerking our lives 

Out of its predestined grooves

Those days 

When floating in the air 

You could hear your own breathing

(From my poetry collection, “Always in Transit”)