“She wish to read the minds of those who smiled wickedly at her, let her be the wolf to devour madness.”

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.

She understood what it meant to have a breathing space, she gave her loved ones enough to bloom in the light of sparkling silence.

She wrote for herself, the power of her emotions became pearls of words and ink.

She is the rarest sun gem birthed from the deepest core of Earth sanity.

Her core is filled with gratitude and blooming energy.

My music will go on forever. Maybe it’s a fool say that, but when me know facts me can say facts. My music will go on forever.

My music will go on forever. Maybe it’s a fool say that, but when me know facts me can say facts. My music will go on forever.

Judge me by my past, don’t get mad when I put you there.

For a while you get mad, then you get over it.

We are all born mad, some remain so.

Men will always be mad, and those who think they can cure them are the maddest of all.

There is always some madness in love, but there is also always some reason in madness.

The world is mostly divided between madmen who remember and madmen who forget. Heroes are rare.