“I scroll through the feeds mindlessly thinking about you and that if ever I crossed your mind today.”

You could have my soul and the body. Fool that you were; tried force on flesh instead. And lost the one who would have wrapped you up in her prayers.

A broken heart is usually mended in isolation.

Mash up tells me how difficult it is to stay loyal to one song.

Fluttered open the wings and flew off from my clenched hands; those butterflies always found a way to slip by just like time.

You know what love is? When even the wait is fun.

How do you feel now after making futile promises?

Its painful to see when your own people doesn’t support your artistic calibre. The very quality strangers call you extraordinary for.

My anxious self always melted in your arms, then. Now your grin from another screen telling me “its going to be okay” works just the same.

I expressed because you gave me enough freedom be myself around you, and thus, you deserve the same. You deserve to be heard too and not be counseled to at your attempt.

I love the woman I have become today. The one who breathes fire and douse it all at the same time.

All I knew that going forward and receding; both were important aspects to move ahead in life. So, few setbacks straightened out my path all the more.

People’s expectations cut dreamer’s wings.

You blew me off to have your wish. But what other purpose do candles serve?

And there are times when even precious bonds break. Just like that!

Empaths interpret your silences, read beyond your smiles, feel your traumatic eyes because kindness isn’t a weakness but their mighty strength.

You know you are with a strong person when they make you realize how much stronger you can be.

Bloodletting on my premises that I ain’t approved I take as a f***ing affront. It puts me off my feed.

They have someone who feeds her what she is supposed to say. Like she can’t hold a conversation.

Energy has to be fed from a source. If you don’t feed the source, it dissipates entirely.

How is it that the sky feeds the stars?

There’s a certain level of pageantry with ‘Idol,’ and in order to work the show, you kind of have to feed into it.

Love all, serve all, feed all.

I feed on good soup, not beautiful language.

Feeding my children is not like feeding myself: it matters more.