Thank You WordPress for the Experience


Thank you so much for the wonderful experience

Thank you to my followers (I may have a few but you are all my treasures)

I have made some friends here, thank you for always inspiring me to write. I owe you my growth.

and to all the beautiful people I meet along my blogging journey… Thank you so much!! 🙂 It is a wonderful journey indeed to be part of wordpress. 🙂





I am just so captivated
By your every drop
The pureness of your soul
The power they reveal
Breaking silence
Flowing freely touching the ground
Every tear has a story
A story of hope after every fall
A story of love behind every smile
A story of pain before letting go
A story of sorrow to understand the meaning of life
A story of joy upon seeing the light
From your eyes to my heart
There’s a rainbow
After raining tears



Archive –

Sometimes I think about a memory. So beautiful I keep coming back. A memory I wanted to last but heart’s too broken some feelings turned into dust. There are those wonderful times that made us fall in love with the sound of chimes. How sweetly life seemed to be that moment your heart has finally set on mine. We were young and wild fascinated by magic and fairy tales, a happy ever after painted in the palm of our hands. And I remember the paper boats and paper planes they took us to places beyond the reach of our imagination. We were so drawn to each other like we were standing on different magnetic fields.

Yet we were too good to be true… too naive to understand the beating of our hearts… I wasn’t ready to take the leap at all.
Then we parted ways… your ship has sailed… I missed all the chances to say the least… at least a quick farewell.

And so these memories are my ways to see you again… that even in my thoughts I can be with you and I can tell you what my heart longs to say. Once upon a summer time you are the story found in the archive of my memory.




How do we get out from a painful memory, when traces of sorrow, betrayal, and heartache leave a permanent mark on our hearts?
How do we run away from our past mistakes, when guilt evokes thousands of emotions we really don’t have to dwell?
How do we achieve peace of mind when old wounds barely heal?
How do we move on from history, when the only way to set us free is to keep playing the same old track over and over again?
And though we know an escape from all these setbacks, we still choose to be victims and slaves of our fateful plight. We miss to enjoy the future as we are too afraid to take the flight.
We are who we are because of our scars.
Scars aren’t meant to scare us. They are meant to complete the whole story. They are traces of our yesterdays. Scars are memories, good or bad they serve as lessons. They teach us what and what not to live for in the coming days. And that’s the truth about our scars.