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Love yourself, when nobody else does.


The moon is within me and so is the sun.With everything in me, I still feel empty. My silence is my strength and The ignorance, a bliss.

Sometimes, I just wonder what Am I born for. What is my purpose in this life? What am I doing and what am I suppose to be doing? Life changes everything. Life is a bitch but we make it more difficult I feel.
I feel I make it more difficult by expecting little things from others. Expectations hurts. It actually kills. 

Life is actually not that good!
Its not that easy to understand nor does it makes you think of the possibilities.

Yesterday, It was one of those days wer i feel like even i need a hug and a shoulder to cry bt i am all alone pretending to be strong n holding up my tears n now spitting everything out to a person who can hardly do anything but listen but even that feels great. Sorry but sometimes i forget that I shouldn’t expect anything from anybody, not even wen their actions speaks that you can. I don’t know if i can reflect a pint of what i want to say. But what I actually did what to sum up is, “Life is all that you have never thought of, it is totally an alien.” 

You’re breathing now, you might be dead another moment. Whatever you’re doing, just pause. Take a snooze and smile for everything you have ever had or lived in. Those were your jewels to live by rather than sitting over the pile up stones of bad people and memories. Go kiss yourself, kiss your palm, love yourself. That’s not wrong at all. Show your skin a little bit of love that it deserves. 

When no one is ready to love you or say when it is not the phase you are feeling adored, love yourself. 

Love yourself 😘😘😘

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She is a tale…


She’s wrapping her life in her heart,Not ready to showcase to the world.

She’s tired of being the lost kind,

Yet not ready to be found again.

Stretching her arms under the moonlight each day,

Afraid to be known and disclosed.

She loves to be hidden with no hope to shine.

Tiny; she believes in the sunshines now

She wishes for wings but accustomed to the traps lead on the earth now.

Still she takes a flight to the world of dreams each night,

Returns back disappointed into the reality each time.

Lost hope, trust and faith to the so called love,

When hate is the only thing she had ever encountered.

Wanting to be freed with her soul trapped inside his memories

She is a myth.

A myth wanting to be believed.

She is a mystery.

A mystery carving to be understood.

She is a drama, a tornado to escape.

She is an echo, Uncleared and Undefinable.

She is a tale to be retold and relived.


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She


​”She likes glancing at the moon,
She loves to hums the retro songs,
Her heart believes in the magic of true love,
Her eyes reflects somethings untold.
They say she is born in different era,
Her thoughts are ancient and gold,
She is trying to fit in this present time
But her heart and soul resides in old.
She knew few things will change her life forever,
She knew that it would be difficult to handle,
Yet she choose to be her,
In world full of copy and pastes,
She is trying to be real again
She is the wild fire, free and uncontrollable…”

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Princess- is a feeling.


Nor a perfect white gown,

Neither wears a sandal made of glass,

Not even cursed with long magical hair,

No prince charming to kiss to be awake.

She is born with fire in her veins,

Shielded with her own courage and strength,

Wears a crown made of her mistakes,

Yet feels like a princess who is born to rule.

Even she dreams of a kingdom made of love,

Her Prince Charming to care and serve,

Mesmerized by the sunset viewing from their window,

Even they will have one day a lived happily forever ending…


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Note to self.


Will people understand me? My words? Will they read me? What will they feel? Relatable or unrealistic? These questions cross my mind every now and then.

I don’t want to live the kind of life, everyone around me are living. Scheduled, timed and monotonic to be glued to specific boundaries and limits. I don’t want to be those kind, maybe I can’t be. I wasn’t born to be like them. I feel like the wind, the air, omnipresent but not still. I wanna be around everything, learn everything and anything new. I wanna explore. I wanna know. I want to learn, be inspired. I also want to give, to teach, to guide, to inspire.

I can’t be stuck between the real me and the survival me, who is just being another human who is competing with everyone in this crazy world and society. I don’t want to prove or show anyone, anything. It never bothered me. Yeah, to my parents? Yes. Always.it always did and does…

But until when??? 

If I wanna live real, I need to speak. If I want an extraordinarily life, I should be ready to face the end number of difficulty and downs. If I want to fly, I should not fear of falling from high. I need to gear up my everything, my every cell together and energize.

One of the prove of my courageous decision was to get ink on my skin for lifetime. That was my decision without fearing for the consequences from my parents. I was brave enough that time, I guess. When I was younger, I feel I was more liberal and stronger than now. I fell in love without fearing of heartbreaks and disappointments. Whereas nowadays, a pinch of fear shadows around me all the time.

My voice needs to be clear again. My thoughts needs to nenefree free. My words need to be beautiful and real. So again, my heart could understand what it wants. I need to fall in love again… I need to live. I need to be free…even from myself, I feel.

Finding the real me
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Never did our story ended


​Never did our story ended,

Never did we really depart.

It’s not the weather nor our history,

Which made me again think of us.

Courageous enough to tale our storyline,

In need for a better start,

Made me meticulously craft this act,

Ambiguous about the response.

Stereotype of our past was broken,

When we expressed with total transparency,

You and Me and the apology,

Filled my heart with a bliss.

No overpowering,

No conditions or controlled,

Love is not the long cheesy conversations,

But sometimes, it’s the short and real confabulations.