“Set my soul on fire by lighting up the flames of lust that makes the inside of me burn for love.”

It’s what I do best; go deep in the roots and open the wounds.

Have you ever felt as you had everything all the love in the world when you were completely alone and only had yourself?

Golden bracelets, diamonds and rare blue pearls. New gadgets and sparkling shoes, Things I do not own left languishing in the wooden drawer I do not have. I am too busy walking in parks admiring the city from afar and mesmerising dancing trees.

You touched a piece of my soul with your mind. A piece I didn’t know my body carried, the one that makes me feel alive the most.

Don’t mind me if I look at the ground today. My eyes are carrying the tears that kept the night awake.

You gave me a sense of peace, I thought I never deserved to give myself.

My loneliness envies company. I searched for it for years, a specific kind of love. We all dream of something perfect though could find something so much more beautiful.

When I lost hope, hope came and found me, when I stopped believing in faith, faith believed in me.

I am in transition between who I was, who I am, who I want to become what I left behind and where I am looking ahead.

Can I doubt the shape of the earth? Can I judge a minute for lasting sixty seconds, a day for being grey or cold and leaves for falling from trees? Can I speak too loud when I am angry or stay quiet when I disagree? Can I forget about the norms and make some of my own?

Though I kept missing you every day, I missed myself more when I wasn’t alone and finding my soul again was the most beautiful feeling I’ve ever felt.

Is it the obstacles that stop us from blossoming among our scariest worries or is it the fears themselves?

You taught me how to be kind, generous, honest, truthful, trustworthy, authentic, by simply being yourself.

You made my non-existent perfect fall apart and unfold gently in the arms of your pure acceptance. Imperfections that became alive, then anything that’s ever been known as beautiful.

Can I doubt the shape of the earth? Can I judge a minute for lasting sixty seconds, a day for being grey or cold and leaves for falling from trees? Can I speak too loud when I am angry or stay quiet when I disagree? Can I forget about the norms and make some of my own?

When I lost hope, hope came and found me, when I stopped believing in faith, faith believed in me.

A curse burns bright on crime

Don’t let bridges you cross be bridges you burn.

It is better to burn than to disappear.

Women have burnt like beacons in all the works of all the poets from the beginning of time.

I once believed love would be burning red.

Leave me in peace, let me sleep one night at least without my pillow being wet with tears, my eyes burning and my head throbbing

Nobody can understand what you’re feeling unless they burn the way you burned.

I was the first woman to burn my bra – it took the fire department four days to put it out.