“I affirmed that I would choose freedom and valuing my emotions through the ink of my pen and enlightenment of the soul.”

Blame game doesn’t resolve the pain or misunderstandings.

When self love become her mantra, her breaths became standards which had nothing to do with attitute or arrogance.

Human beings burn in the hatred of self inflicted wounds, when they compare themselves with others.

She has learnt that women who breathe life into each other make wonders happen with their presence as miraclous auras.

The seed needs soil to grow, likewise the body needs the soul to exist and live to the fullest.

It is time to embrace the truer version instead of pursuing the better version.

The grit to pursue the scent of freedom while expanding in the belief of oneself is self love.

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.

How to be a poet – call yourself one and pick up a pen.

Paper and pen petrify me, for they pierce right through me, drawing deep blue blood, leaving me utterly cold.

The pen is the tongue of the mind.

To be a novelist, all I need is a pen and a piece of paper.

There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up a pen to write.

A writer needs a pen, an artist needs a brush, but a filmmaker needs an army.

Truth as my armour. My sword as my pen. I’ll do what I will to prevail again. Shining so brightly so they shot me down. Did they not know how hard I would bounce?

I am worthy and steely. I will conquer again. Truth as my armor; My sword is my pen. Tell me I can’t and I’ll show you I will surviving and thriving is my refined skill.