Hues of Imagination

I am grateful for the mornings I hear the sound of birds chirping, the ray of light peeking through the passage between the curtain, the smell of fresh morning, the vibrant colors of flora. I am grateful for another chance at life. To chase my dreams. Create new dreams. Rewrite forgotten dreams. Mend broken things…

Here I am standing out of my mind, knocking myself into a state of acceptance, questions of its worth, anguishing pain – flow in my veins, turning into poison,  consuming my hope as the clock clicks, i keep running inside my head, like a hamster on the wheel, i am not able to stop these…

    When I cried out loud for the first time, they smiled wide, because you were there. When I was 5, I danced in a middle of a crowded place, no one stopped me ; they adored me, because you were there. When I was 9, I got into a fight, no one really…

Recently, I’ve been thinking a lot about my schooling years ; to begin with, I was a very shy, quiet and reserved individual – total opposite of who I am right now. And my thoughts hit through nostalgic moments ; from my first friend to my best friend, from the first crush to the one…

It takes a half a lifetime to find a soul mate but it takes twice that amount to find a good friend. Let alone a soul sister.We didn’t start out as best of friends, we despise each but only time could magically create a tale as beautiful as ours. I could proudly scream out loud…

an epitome of wildflower, mysterious yet rhapsodic, enchanting beyond skin deep, catch a glimpse of her, betwixt the wild things.