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Why does her eyes spark with love?

The shimmers I get, 

when her shadows passes mine, 

when her smile touches me by, 

and my heart enchanting the moments, 

of those fragrances she allures by. 

The clues she leaves, and the words she play, 

teases my mind into bliss divine; 

like the speckles of stardust

sprinkled over the sun blushing above the clouds. 

Why does her smile hocus with charm? 

Bright, mesmerising and full of magic, 

the agonies of past hidden beneath, 

and the sweet tragedy of future, 

embracing every curve of it. 

The cravings I get to see her smile, 

the shimmers I get when she passes by. 

Do you look up and trace the sky, 

and see my face every time the moon shines? 

Do you turn around and retrace the time, 

and see me blush every time you pass by? 

Does your fingers stop when you cast magic with ink, 

and you think of me, every time you write?  

Does your heart freeze when you spell my name? 

For mine does every time you smile.  




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“There’s no light in this world that can destroy me,” a demon said and smirked at me. The demon wore anxiety and depression like his armour.

I had nothing to say, because all this while, everyone had proved the demon right.

So, every night, I would sit in the corner of my room, crying. And the only person there, always with and for me, was the demon. 

Then one day, my eyes fell on you. I noticed how you were laughing and giggling with your friends. And in that moment, I aspired to be like you; to just get lost in a moment and enjoy it while it lasts.

I remember how I thought the best day of my life was when you had initiated a conversation with me. You talked to me, and in you, I saw a faithful friend. You shared my sorrows, made my insecurities go away, and with that, you made my demon crawl away from me.

So now, instead of sitting in a corner and crying, I actually sleep peacefully at night. Instead of skipping meals, I eat whatever I wish to. Instead of laying in my bed and mulling over whether I should go out or not, I actually go out.

I started hanging out with you. I could feel that it made me more confident day by day. It definitely was a good feeling.

People told me that it made them happy seeing how I changed myself. They appreciated that I made this effort, and this made me ecstatic.

But one day, I realised that you found all my stories insipid. I didn’t want to lose a friend like you, so I ignored that and moved on. In each moment that I spent with you after that, it felt like impaling myself, because in that short time, you showed me that side of me which I thought wasn’t even there; and I was afraid of losing it.

And then, the fears that were disguised as happiness, came true; you left me to be on my own. And that day, I realised that even friends can break your heart and make you feel miserable.

So, that night I lay awake, and from the corner of my eye, I saw the demon crawling back towards me. He patted my back and stayed there with me, as he used to. All the insecurities came back, whispering that they missed me.

But one thing changed. Earlier, I used to get scared of him. But from that day, I started embracing him. 

How can you not appreciate someone who’s there for you, when everyone leaves you alone?

“Indeed, there’s no light that can destroy you, except that of my own self. And I want you to stay,” I murmured to the demon, while he smiled at me and winked.

“Always,” he said.

~ K@



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Do you remember the exact moment you fell out of love with yourself? Or, the moment you began to hate yourself? Was it because of the guilt of something you did? Or, was it the regret of not doing something you wanted to?  Was it because you felt you were simply not good enough for yourself or for anyone else? Was it because you had disappointed someone close to you? Was it because you lied to someone? Or, because you stole something? Was it because you broke someone’s heart? Isn’t it high time you forgave yourself?
You have been carrying the self-hatred in your heart for so long, darling, that you have forgotten how it feels to love yourself. You have forgotten that you are still as deserving of love as the day you were born. You may have some dark secrets, regrets, sins, or mistakes you have committed that you think don’t qualify you as a good human being anymore, but who doesn’t? Nobody is perfect here. We have all done things we shouldn’t, said things we shouldn’t, fell in love with the wrong people or didn’t fall in love with the right people. You are carrying a burden in your chest that is too heavy for you to carry anymore, suffocating you. It’s making you constantly worried and depressed, giving you anxiety and panic attacks. 

Your hardened heart has become a breeding ground for demons, who are feeding off on your self-worth. And, it’s not just you, alone. We all have our own demons that make us difficult to love. But, love, all I am trying to tell you is, try. You see, those demons, too, are yearning for some love just like you are. And, love can heal them, too, you know; but only if you let it. Darling, your love can create angels out of your demons. 

And, don’t let yourself tell you that you are not good enough. You are more than good enough for yourself, love. Have you forgotten the times you have brought a smile to someone’s face who wanted to do everything but smile? Do you know about the times you have made a difference in others’ lives without even knowing about it? Have you forgotten the times you were too tired but you still willed yourself to live on, despite everything that went wrong?

If you had forgotten, remember now. Remember; that child who was so innocent, loving, caring, and beautiful before the world ruined you is still within you, waiting for you to reach out to it. And, all you need to do is, take one step ahead towards that child, who is still worthy of love, who is still worthy of everything you dreamt of, who is still worthy of everything you hoped for, and embrace that child, tight. And, don’t ever let go. Don’t ever let go of yourself that you forget to love yourself again.

Regards: ~K@

Wishing you a Very Happy Valentine’s Day…❤❤

WHO AM I!!😎😎


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Who am I you may well ask

I really wish I knew

If I am not myself at all

Then maybe I am you

To discover who I really am

Is really quite a task

Maybe I am someone else

Who wears a funny mask

I strive so hard to know myself

To discover the “real me”

My thoughts and feelings all confused

Yet still I cannot see

What makes me tick?

What makes me feel?

So very special and unique

My purpose in this glorious world

Is what I truly seek

I wish I could be creative, self confident and smart

Not quiet, shy and insecure

Emotional at heart

I wish I had the confidence to say what I really feel

Instead of fearing criticism

Uttering words that seem unreal

Why at times do I feel so alone

And just yearn for a friendly face

While at others I just long to be

In some far off distant place

With no one else to bother me

And disturb my rambling thoughts,

Until my conscience brings me back

To do the things I ought

And so I continue on my way

On this journey they call life

I try to do the best I can

Though at times the goings tough

I’ll do my part to refine the world

And make it a better place

By being “me” to my capacity

With each trial I have to face




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How I wonder you were a stranger once,

Just another pretty face amidst the rush.

But then you became my rumination,

To defend me from the demons in my mind.

You turned into an ally,

And stepped in my fight against the world.

Who knew an imagination of sorts could be my macrocosm.

Who knew you’d ever be real, real enough that I’d make you my muse.

Your soul is mine and mine is yours,

The body never matters cause you’re my thought.




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I fear that I will always be

A lonely number like root three

A three is all that’s good and right,

Why must my three keep out of sight

Beneath a vicious square root sign,

I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,

With just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321

Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,

Another square root of a three

Has quietly come waltzing by,

Together now we multiply

To form a number we prefer,

Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds

And with a wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued

And love for me has been renewed.



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With no one around the wolves remain wild 

the beauty and the power of the moon 

still has a supernatural presence to it 

with every breath the wolf takes 

the soulful soft clear breath , 

the wolves howl can be heard for miles, 

with mystery and wonder 

the wolves still roam wild, 

and only some humans have joined by their side, 

in a supernatural way we have became the wolf 

the moon had a calling and 

it gave the calling to some of us 

who desire to be one with the wolf,

to be calm and rejuvenate our once lost belonging…




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Departed now, the winds which shook,

The seeds of harvest form.

Gathered now, 

A feast to keep us warm.

Often, have I pondered over you,

Together – we are past,

The rivers rage between a storm.

Your kisses, there – at last,

Who am I to love you?

Who am I to say? 

Darling, see the winter clouds,

cast among the hay.

Take for us, the foxes!

The little ones – enjoy.

A summer wine of harvest falls,

Which they – for us destroy!

They cannot reach the grapevines,

They gnaw – beneath the roots,

And fell a vine, to suck below,

Do I not speak of truths?

Love – though lost in winter suns,

Revive in spring time  – come!

Put your arms around me – Love,

My darling tender one!




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Will you open the door

if I come knocking tonight?

It’s been a while I’ve searched

for peace, for innocence,

for an open door and for hope. 

But as long as there is life in

my weak, fragile bones

I’ll keep coming back

here in this lane, 

on this address

I’ll keep knocking your door.

Will you look into my eyes 

if I look into the peephole?

Will your blind eyes recognise

The dried tears that once meant an ocean 

And now just a long forgotten scar?

It’s been a while I stopped 


For eyes as animated as yours 

For a red dress and white scarf, 

And for affection. 

But as long as there is light 

In my old, wrinkled eyes

I’ll keep coming back

Here at your door, 

Every single night

I’ll keep looking for you.

Will you hear my whispers?

My sound, my pleading and my legend?

Will your deaf ears distinguish 

The cries of a long-suffering boy 

Beneath all the pride and crudity 

Of a grown, ruined man?

It’s been a while I stopped 


The history of my disappointment,

The glory of my love, 

And the story of my teenage.

But as long as there is clatter

In my hollow, broken voice

I’ll keep coming back

Here at your door,

 Every single life.

I’ll keep telling our story…o Dear…

Till you look…till you hear…

Till the door opens.

Will you open the door

if I come knocking tonight?




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When God created woman he was working late on the 6th day…

An angel came by and asked.” Why spend so much time on her?”

The lord answered. “Have you seen all the specifications I have to meet to shape her?”

She must function on all kinds of situations, 

She must be able to embrace several kids at the same time,

Have a hug that can heal anything from a bruised knee to a broken heart,

She must do all this with only two hands,”

She cures herself when sick and can work 18 hours a day”.

THE ANGEL was impressed” Just two hands…..impossible!

And this is the standard model?”

The Angel came closer and touched the woman”

“But you have made her so soft, Lord”.

“She is soft”, said the Lord,

“But I have made her strong. You can’t imagine what she can endure and overcome”.

“Can she think?” The Angel asked…

The Lord answered. “Not only can she think, she can reason and negotiate”.

The Angel touched her cheeks….

“Lord, it seems this creation is leaking! You have put too many burdens on her” 

“She is not leaking…it is a tear” The Lord corrected the Angel…

“What’s it for?” Asked the Angel….. .

The Lord said. “Tears are her way of expressing her grief, her doubts, her love, her loneliness, her suffering and her pride.”…

This made a big impression on the Angel,

“Lord, you are a genius. You thought of everything.

A woman is indeed marvellous”.

Lord said.”Indeed she is.

She has strength that amazes a man.

She can handle trouble and carry heavy burdens.

She holds happiness, love and opinions.

She smiles when she feels like screaming.

She sings when she feels like crying, cries when happy and laughs when afraid.

She fights for what she believes in.

Her love is unconditional.

Her heart is broken when a next-of-kin or a friend dies but she finds strength to get on with life”

The Angel asked: So she is a perfect being?

The lord replied: No. She has just one drawback

“She often forgets what she is worth”.
W O M A N:

● changes her name.

● changes her home.

● leaves her family.

● moves in with you.

● builds a home with you.

● gets pregnant for you.

● pregnancy changes her body.

● she gets fat.

● almost gives up in the labour room due to the unbearable pain of child birth..

● even the kids she delivers bear your name..
Till the day she dies.. everything she does… cooking, cleaning your house, taking care of your parents, bringing up your children, earning, advising you, ensuring you can be relaxed, maintaining all family relations, everything that benefit you.. sometimes at the cost of her own health, hobbies and beauty.

So who is really doing whom a favour?

Dear men, appreciate the women in your lives always, because it is not easy to be a woman.

*Being a woman is priceless*

Share this with every woman in you know to make her feel proud of herself.

Rock the world ladies!

A salute to ladies!





I respect women.

You should too!!

Women are to be respected, not something or someone for your pleasure time passage….

NOTE: This Post is Published To Pay Tribute To All Women and A Voice Raiser Against All Vices Being Committed Against Women…..