“No star. glow brighter than an optimistic soul like yours.”

Wrap your soul with a blanket of kindness even in all odds.

Believe in the rainbow, rather than a wild storm.

Paint your scars with the ink of hope.

Embrace those storms that lead you to your waves of dreams.

follow the map of your soul even amidst all changes.

Allow your heart to paint a hopeful sky of miracles.

Some thunders are meant to mould your heart into art.

Those gun shots may take their home and wealth, but can’t change their heart.

Even the moon adore the way your brave heart beats.

Scars are lessons which reveal your true way.

Incomplete phases are still attractive, so do your brave heart.

Oh darling, melt your own soul with flames of self love.

Accept the storm before you expect the rainbow.

Be a calm wave in your ocean of chaos.

Plant seeds of self love in the soil of your heart.

An hopeful soul is an art of miracles.

As bright as a sunflower as brave as a warrior.

In the midst of all dwells the Sun. For who could set this luminary in another or better place in this most glorious temple, than whence he can at one and the same time brighten the whole

A love like ours could have set the whole world to flames, our love could have put the brightest star to shame, maybe that’s why the universe thought it was better to keep us away.

And in the same way sunflowers involuntarily follow the sun shined so bright, you could have led me to hell and I would have followed you anyway.

Your ideas light up your future & your happiness brightens your mind. 

After the flood, the colors were brightened demand tears of pain to feel so enlightened. Lassoed hope from the clouds that caused it to rain, divine intervention to feel love again.

I hope you rise like the sun, bright and cheerful. Fresh and free from yesterdays storms and ready to shine your light on the world.

The moon felt brighter, I smelt flowers as if they bloomed in winter and felt the sun bless my skin in darkness. My mind was healing and i could feel again.