“She is the perfume that scents the environment she blooms in.”

I am a woman who isn’t enough to be held within the box of mediocrity and rules.

I am love, I am seen and felt fully, I am whole and life, I am a voice and a momentum.

I am a woman whose shadows echo life and light in the dark abyss of life.

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.

You shouldn’t be blamed for my standards being as high as they are. It’s just, I tasted the beauty of your love in our past life, and ever since then, I took an oath to never settle for any type of mediocre love.

I have feared change for so long, but the horizon changes all the time and there is still so much beauty under different skies.

A million ways I have pondered upon what your eyes convey -but this time, I wouldn’t. -There is beauty in stillness.

We are all broken things. But there’s so much beauty in those cracks. And so much strength in those places we’ve mended.

Beauty in things exists in the mind which contemplates them

If beauty can love the beast, imagine what she can conquer.

I dream about kissing you under the moon-lit night, under the beauty of thousand tiny stars. 

Mathematics reveals its secrets only to those who approach it with pure love, for its own beauty.