We talk too much about heartbreak and broken tales, where are the happy endings and magical fairy tales?
SHRUTHI SAGARWe talk too much about heartbreak and broken tales, where are the happy endings and magical fairy tales?
SHRUTHI SAGARAnd every person you love breaks your heart is that why you call love so hard?
SHRUTHI SAGARA love so deep the ocean gets jealous.
SHRUTHI SAGARMy grief screams. It screams to be free. For too long it has been trapped in me.
SHRUTHI SAGARWithout this sadness, I wouldn’t even know who I am.
SHRUTHI SAGARYou are a nameless prayer, my heart begs to be brought again to existence.
SHRUTHI SAGARI 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.
SHRUTHI SAGARThe 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.
SHRUTHI SAGARThis soul of yours has lived a million lives before you. Listen to it, believe in it. It knows the way, it has seen it all.
SHRUTHI SAGARWith a heart like yours, you could keep pouring love for an eternity, why not give some to yourself?
SHRUTHI SAGARFor without tragedies there is no life & what is life if not all our tragedies put together?
SHRUTHI SAGARYour thoughts were a prison and I? A helpless prisoner.
SHRUTHI SAGARI have inherited my fathers rage and my mothers silence. Everyday is a survival. I am a fire burning, just invisible.
SHRUTHI SAGARLove is like water; like a river crushing through the mountains to carve its own path. Love will make its own way but only if you have the courage to follow.
SHRUTHI SAGARThe greatest longing I will ever have, is for the love I always deserved but never received.
SHRUTHI SAGAREven when the blood in my veins is the same as them, every cell in my body is against becoming like them. What a curse it is to hate the very thing that birth you.
SHRUTHI SAGAR