“She is a woman who values the voices of her aura.”

Her breaths breathe that every encounter with him is a treasure and blessing uplifting her to royalty.

I am spring that has bore the heat of life’s summer and the chill blast of winter, to die in the autumn multiple times but revive each full moon.

She is a phenomenal woman, a red blood eclipsing moon, with wild and bright phases yet complete and beautiful.

Being on her own, the kingdom of solitude is her power of self awareness and self love.

She metamorphosed into grand ground breaking tales of love, passion, hopes and revival.

Her heart beats with rhythms of sanity mingled with darkness and fierce brutality, she is elixir of life’s poison.

She has the scent of cinnamon summer that the roots of winter absorb.

She is content, free and breathing with ease, the reward of her patience.

She was holding strong to the principle of being respectful and loyal to the pledge of being protective of her boundaries and sanity.

She looks into the mirror, winks at herself, now is the time to evolve into her greatest form.

She had learnt to say NO, after decades of sacrificing her sanity for the sake of other’s smiles.

There are days when she couldn’t forgive herself but that were the exact moments when her soul needed the trust of letting go.

She desires to crawl into his arms and stay till their roots become one stem.

She looked at her image in the mirror, and she kept schooling her soul, it is the right time to update and upgrade youurself.

He had hurt her beyond abuse, and now she doesn’t let his name also pass through her mind.

She journaled frequently – what did I learn from this particular situation in relation to myself. These question helped her understand herself much better.

I’d wear clogs, short pants and ladies’ bracelets. I created this aura for myself.

The aura of uninvincibility has gone, if there is such a word.

A realized one sends out waves of spiritual influence in his aura, which draw many people towards him. Yet he may sit in a cave and maintain complete silence.

Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.

I think the energy I give off is quite non-confrontational. That’s something you learn from karate. Once you try to be a tough guy, you’ve got to pay up. You’ve got to prove yourself. And that’s exhausting.

The sunset on the beach, calls to her, opens your aura, and releases the power of peace in the air.

You are the sweet, soft, delicacy that delights my soul. I want to taste every part of your aura’s citrusy tang.

What you call magic is nothing more than an act of the imagination fired by the senses, then given shape by the power of your aura.