I was a kid then and now,Fighting a fear in sun and snow,Imagining a universe that doesn’t exist, Sobbing beside my parent’s cist. The beautiful sceneries sliding inside my head,The memories which were beautiful but all dead, The glimpses of that dad’s care and mom’s love conveying myself into a rage,That I am a hopeless kid & […]
Remember, there is a seed-idea growing inside you; about your infinite capabilities and infinite potentials that is neither given by your parents nor it is a result of societal fantasies but you got it directly from the source which reminds you always that you are here on a purpose and with a purpose. That purpose or that aim determines what difference you would make on this planet. No matter, how big or small that difference is, it will provide a meaning to your meaning-less life, it could make you immortal, in someone’s heart in someone’s memory.
They don’t write books about women like us. That’s why I will. I want to write about women like us, women who possess skin like the color of the earth. I want to write about hope. I want to create strong female characters. The women who fight for their dreams. The women who aren’t afraid to live the kind of life they want. The women who are strong enough to walk away from abusive marriages and relationships. I want to write about indestructible women. Because I am tired of reading books in which women like us are viewed as timid and weak.
From scars on our skin to stars in our eyes, this heart bears everything. Clutched so gracefully it sits in our chests content but lost, beating and pounding. It is in the cockles of your heart where the baggage of emotions lies, it is where it stirs, bottles up and when the heart cannot contain […]
When I was in sixth grade, a boy in my class told me that I wasn’t beautiful.“I am not beautiful?” I asked “No, you’re not. That girl right, there she is. You aren’t even close to beautiful. You know you’d be much prettier if you were skinnier. All you do is braid your hair and […]
As the drink of sinners begins to take its effect on me, I cannot help but wonder, whether both of these worlds are so different from each other or not! If my life had been spent in a perfectly Utopian world, maybe I would not have gone through the abyss I have in my true journey. Maybe my mother would not have deserted my old man, an unemployed twenty something, with a two-year-old to raise.
But I’ll never forget those stupid jokes and silly promises as long as those three stars shine, and I know neither will she and even if there is a sea between us, we will always be
with each other, laughing at those stupid jokes and remembering those silly promises.
Love is that unique rose That grows on the land of fog These Rose’s are deeper and deeper Needed the water of patience, trust, forgiveness True love set your soul on fire Your soul respond to other soulmate By the fragrance of Rose’s in the heart Soul adore mystical of soulmate Soul that keep magical […]
Hey beautiful You don’t believe me you think it’s a lie You shrug your shoulders and let out a sigh You don’t compete with the image of beauty in your mind The image whose norms were determined by the society You think the definition of beauty I have is merely a joke But darling beauty […]
Isn’t it curious how our hearts beat out in the open in someone’s hands and are so easy to break, yet still some reckless souls let it out of their grasp so quickly whereas others hold it far more close than necessary. Shadowing the misty pigments of doubt, you thoughtlessly tear out your heart and […]