its been a while that i have been judging my parenting skill set and my kids ability to survive and be a better human being based on feed backs from everyone around…. well today i feel blessed and confident that my little one will grow up to be passionate, caring, loving and a true human…

​i hope someday there is someone who would hold me tight and say my love dont u worry for the day not far the night is long but it shall not last. i hope someday i would wake up to a morning light that would say so dont worry my dear u look very pretty…

 (its a blog from past) i dont remember the last time i was truthful to myself regarding the relationships i so want to work………. everytime something went wrong or something needed mending or something needed to be sorted out i would pretend that “TIME” is the answer for every problem and turn my back to…

When I look back in my past I don’t see many friends But i see lots of good souls That i looked up to and still of them i tell When i look back in my past I dont see no pointing fingers We all grew together with eachother No telling on eachother when any…

​You do that, you don’t do it, You dress like that, you don’t wear it,  You walk like this, you talk like that, You have no brains to check right or wrong  You don’t say a word, don’t you dare answer back, You don’t have standards forget the class You don’t get this, you don’t…

its nice being perfectly imperfect……. it helps me create memories i can laugh at later #justsaying

She was with everyone and yet alone. she had stayed with him throughout, she knew letting him be alone wasn’t an option. Funny in all these years she had never felt trapped. But now she did. She wanted to move away. His smell, his love, his touch, his ego, his being.. that she pampered so…

Do they really know eachother His way of life Her passion His logic Her crazy ideas His systematic approach Her artistic revolt His calm approach Her emotional surge She is crazy she is passionate She knows no how life works For him she could leave her world Without him life aint know worth He loves…

when things get ugly and they often do , who do we turn to? do we decide to let go the moment and pretend the ugliness didn’t exist or do we find a way to live with it? do we clean it and make it pretty to suit our taste or do we get down, down right ugly…

Its beautiful to lose loose ends that dont tie up….. Years later you wonder where they came from in first place….