A girl from the city.

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Over and over and over again,

Its like she should accept the pain.

Inviting it every time its gone,

Leaving behind some ugly mourn.

Amongst the hustle of daily roads,

She finds her way through the doors.

Self establishment was her aim,

How could she get so easily swayed.

Love got her blown away,

Never getting back home, not even today.

Between the roar and chores she lay,

Destiny had its games to play.

Next came the phase of hard work,

Accompanied with a broken heart.

She went from rags to riches,

Now she lay broken apart.

Life is a full time job,

Perseverance is the key.

One should be sufficient enough,

Avoiding the “help me”.

Why does she always end up this way,

In the position of pity.

Breaking into pieces day by day,

Trying to make sense of the world,

This is a girl from the city.

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“It was my father who taught me…..”

“It was my father who taught me to value myself. He told me that I was uncommonly beautiful and that I was the most precious thing in his life.” – Dawn French


I am very proud to call a very respectable and influencing man as my father. he has always been a living example of excellence and struggle.  Leading me into the right way, correcting me when i went wrong, adoring me when i made him proud. Somebody who’s always been a big support system in whatever en-devour i choose and motivating me throughout my life. I believe the father daughter relationship is very important in the upbringing of a girl. He teaches her how to be strong, independent , and confident to face any challenge in life.

“They say that from the instant he lays eyes on her, a father adores his daughter. Whoever she grows up to be, she is always to him that little girl in pigtails. She makes him feel like paradise. In exchange, he makes a secret promise not to see the awkwardness of her teenage years, the mistakes she makes, or the secrets she keeps.” – Anonymous

The Strangling Human

The Strangling Human

Doesnt this exactly represent human life? The threads that we are woven in , when after every experience they unravel itself to endless long miles. You have just two choices, its either you loose your balance of mind and tangle yourself within them or you keep an equilibrium and move on to live more. What do you opt for?