“You made me realize that i could be loved and beautiful too, that i could be counted amongst the moon and stars too.”

You saved me. When I thought there was no love for me, you gave me the love of my dreams. Even if it was for a short span of time. you are a miracle I will forever remember.

As a child, I swallowed the hurt. Now, at the slightest touch, I bleed.

All I do is exist and hide the abuse written all over my skin.

The first step towards healing is reflection. From reflection comes awareness, and from awareness we must move towards acceptance. From acceptance, we can take action. And in action comes healing.

All I wanted was to be held by you, thank you for setting me free.

Somedays, I miss you so much I can’t breathe. I cry and cry but it only makes my heart feel heavier. Tonight feels like one of those times. Your absence will be the death of me.

This longing breaks me. Rips my heart open and kills me. Your loss takes out even the worst of me. Your absence will be the death of me.

Somedays, I’m an overflowing fountain, a chaotic ocean or an untamed river. But even on the hard days, kindness is a possibility I always choose.

I’ve never been much of a dancer. But healing is a song I’ve been learning to dance on.

I stopped complaining about things I didn’t have, and poured gratitude for what I did. Life became lighter and more fulfilling. Desire didn’t hold onto me like it earlier did. Happiness filled in like light, and life started to feel like a blessing.

Everyday is a discovery of the person I am becoming, or I always was, but only now realizing.

You are a miracle. Every essence of you is magic. On days you doubt yourself, I hope you know, the universe resides in you.

I keep you in my heart, like a dream unfulfilled. Like an incomplete wish. Like something I can crave but never have. Ever since the beginning of time, what has love been anyway? if not longing or heartbreak?

Aren’t all poets born from tragedy?

You are a nameless prayer, my heart begs to be brought again to existence.

I have inherited my fathers rage and my mothers silence. Everyday is a survival. I am a fire burning, just invisible.

Familiar acts are beautiful through love.

True beauty lies in true education.

The world, with all its beauty, its happiness and suffering, its joys and pains, is planned with the utmost ingenuity, in order that the powers of the Self may be shown forth in manifestation.

Your mind is your lead, inject it with positivity. Your feet are your foundation walk with purpose. And your heart is your stamp, make it beautiful.

She was the trembler of knees, the spiller of teacups.

Never allow anyone to determine how much of a beautiful woman you are by the features on your face, the shade of your skin, or the size of your body.

The five directors in ‘5 Sundarikal’ experimented, and it was a very personal exercise. Amal, Anwar, Aashiq, and Sameer have done things that they have never done before. Debutant Shyju has also made a beautiful film.

Always have something beautiful in sight, even if it’s just a daisy in a jelly glass