“Kill those harmful butterflies in your heart, before it kill you.”

Choose to live for the moments that make your soul glow.

what the sky is to a bird is like a dream for a dreamer.

You glow like a radiant moon even amidst on ocean of scars.

Chase the butterflies which caused you to dream.

Those little paws gifted me the galaxy of a sweet home.

Be strong enough to bloom even in the storm.

Water your soul with sprinkles of self-love.

Wrap your soul with a blanket of kindness even in all odds.

Believe in the rainbow, rather than a wild storm.

Paint your scars with the ink of hope.

Embrace those storms that lead you to your waves of dreams.

follow the map of your soul even amidst all changes.

Allow your heart to paint a hopeful sky of miracles.

Some thunders are meant to mould your heart into art.

Those gun shots may take their home and wealth, but can’t change their heart.

Even the moon adore the way your brave heart beats.

What a caterpillar calls the end of the world we call a butterfly.

Butterfly growth from caterpillar, the time has gone, thing change & good thing will happen. 

I just woke up and found a large butterfly on me. When did that happen?

We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.

What the caterpillar calls the end, the rest of the world calls a butterfly.

The caterpillar does all the work, but the butterfly gets all the publicity.

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.

We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.