“I want someone to kiss my scars and tell me I’m beautiful still, that even after my scars I’m worthy to be loved and seen, i want someone to tell me that warriors do not come clean.”

Love built me and then, ruined me.

And when instead of flowers your heart grows thorns – that’s when you know it does not love.

I cry because I don’t know how to help you, but I can’t even help myself.

Be my home. Be my peace. Kiss my wounds & bring me peace. Is it really love, if it cannot heal?

He feels like a long-lost lover who’s finally found his way back home to me.

My grief screams. It screams to be free. For too long it has been trapped in me.

Is the love you are getting, also the one you deserve?

A love like ours could have set the whole world to flames, our love could have put the brightest star to shame, maybe that’s why the universe thought it was better to keep us away.

You are magic wrapped in pain.

And you became a piece of me, no matter how far you wandered you’d still live in me.

In a world where everyone wants you to be a damsel in distress, be a raging goddess.

Its easier to say love doesn’t come to you rather than explaining why you push it away.

what is my poetry if not all of my sorrows blooming?

Do you really think you could push away the love that’s meant for you? Do you really think you could keep the love that’s not meant for you?

You hurt and I bleed. What a curse to feel so deeply.

People could stab me with knives and i would still get them aid, For i see a glimpse of me in them. But sadly, people aren’t mirrors.

Circling the earth in the orbital spaceship I marvelled at the beauty of our planet. People of the world!! Let us safeguard and enhance this beauty-not destroy it

I saw beautiful things when I met you.

Fortunately the sky is beautiful everywhere.

Everything which originates from pure love is lit with the radiance of beauty.

Teach young girls that their beauty is only a fraction of who they are.

If beauty is truth, why don’t women go to the library to have their hair done?

But what if we took it one step further and made an effort to actually transform our pain into something beautiful? What if we went full out and made an effort to transform other people’s pain into something beautiful?

The eyes of a woman who never cried can not be beautiful.