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

Being the imperfect but real you, takes courage and bravery, to accept the truth of who you are.

She is always enveloped in infinite mercy of her Lord.

Let go, Let go, Let go, cleanse your heart.

I surrender to the rhythms of breath of living life.

Look closely and you see me rise from the crumbles of the ruin of my sanity, an antique treasured story of growth.

If given a chance to turn back clock, I wouldn’t change a thing, as I wouldn’t be the rockstar I am today, if life didn’t give me migraines.

As I open my eyes, I breathe a sigh of gratitude for another to life to the fullest.

You can be a gem yet would be considered a rock, it all depends on the mindset.

Hold on the small moments of joy, they become grand gestures to evolve.

As I look back, I at times can’t fathom the things, so I forgive myself and others so that I can smile with contentment.

It is upto us if we want to stay rooted in the bloodbath of pain or grow a new blooming garden with the fertiziler of lessons learnt.

We as humans get hurt but it is upto us if we want to still feel the pain or let go and move towards healing.

The way the little doll smiles, blossomed infinite nourished and healed flowers in his soul.

Her aura was filled with inked blue and red flowers that had words embedded on it.

The blind was instructed to take small steps, untill the vision made them leap beyond rareness.

She held the sand, whispered to it, you were not mine and this is why you slip away so easily.

Science seldom proceeds in the straightforward logical manner imagined by outsiders. Instead, its steps forward (and sometimes backward) are often very human events in which personalities and cultural traditions play major roles.

I am a misanthrope yet utterly benevolent.

Be bold, and everywhere be bold.

French people are Italian people in a bad mood.

Who are you when all of the things that feed your ego fall away.

God knows, I’m no the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be.

I’m thought to be a tough writer, but I’m really a softie.

I know what I want and it gets in my way. I know I’m not easy.