“My heart metamorphoses with the swift changes of my ever-developing soul and mind.”

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.

No amount of blackmail was ever going to maker her bow down, she was a wolfish eagle warrior, alone and powerful.

He held the heart in his hand, squeezed it, it bleed to death, he pumped life again, repeated the cycle, that is how she was destroyed.

I love you madly, and the very thought of you not breathing with synced breaths as mine, kills me.

The butterfly inked on her neck was an indication of her ever evolving soul.

She is the garden of life that embraces darkness with a smile and reimburses it with sparkles.

Her mirror was special, it outlined her heart’s cracks that were filled with gold.

She is a rose, who is protected by the fireflies.

I affirmed each sunrise, that I would attain my power back slowly but surely by being bold and letting go of my fear.

I tamed the dragon, that had a heart of a marshmallow, with eyes that glowed with naughtiness.

The connection is protected within the shells of deep water, that harness the adorned pearl of their love and life.