“I crumble into a ball, with the chest pain exploding my soul, the memories and madness is killing me, will you help me?”

Loving takes strength, so let’s love ourselves first before showering the scent throughout the world.

One day the heart will realize how the words hurt her, that she silently stopped existing instead of feeling broken up.

Each breath brings in the sighs and hiccups, let go the obstruction while enveloping the magic.

The moon brings in the ghost of the past, embody the rays of sun’s warmth into the cold ghost for illuminating the moon.

Blame game doesn’t resolve the pain or misunderstandings.

When self love become her mantra, her breaths became standards which had nothing to do with attitute or arrogance.

Human beings burn in the hatred of self inflicted wounds, when they compare themselves with others.

She has learnt that women who breathe life into each other make wonders happen with their presence as miraclous auras.

The seed needs soil to grow, likewise the body needs the soul to exist and live to the fullest.

It is time to embrace the truer version instead of pursuing the better version.

The grit to pursue the scent of freedom while expanding in the belief of oneself is self love.

Being the imperfect but real you, takes courage and bravery, to accept the truth of who you are.

She is always enveloped in infinite mercy of her Lord.

Let go, Let go, Let go, cleanse your heart.

I surrender to the rhythms of breath of living life.

Look closely and you see me rise from the crumbles of the ruin of my sanity, an antique treasured story of growth.

Rise and shine, rise and shine. Fractious hope in life divine. Rise and flicker, rise and fade. Til’ death’s clasp I can’t evade.

But when I first fell in love with the piano, I knew it was me. I was dying to play.

To speak of atrocious crime in mild language is treason to virtue.

Christ didn’t die just so you could make to heaven; He lives so you can make it through earth!

They wanna hang us, see us dead, or enslave us, keep us trapped in the same place we raised in. Then they wonder why we act so outrageous, run around stressed out and pull out gauges.

If I should die this very day, Don’t cry…cause on Earth We wasn’t meant to stay.

If I died tomorrow, I would be a happy girl.

The stakes are too high for us to die with a small vision.