“She was fearless, she loved her darkness and basked in her light.”

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.

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.

A farewell to my shadow is not my death; it’s my rebirth in darkness.

And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.

A beam in darkness: let it grow.

I keep sailing on in this middle passage. I am sailing into the wind and the dark. But I am doing my best to keep my boat steady and my sails full.

I keep sailing on in this middle passage. I am sailing into the wind and the dark. But I am doing my best to keep my boat steady and my sails full.

And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.

Only the moon’s smile can cure the unseen scars of darkness.

From the dark depths of my soul came an intense passion for prose.