from fragile seeds to blooming beauties — A little sprout full of hope, you were born. A beam of light shining bright, always expecting the best out of life. You meant to grow without disruptions, tall and strong, never chasing someone else’s ray of sunshine.

two sisters in a poem — You’re my mother’s daughter, My half-sister. But lately you’ve been distant: I call your name and You look away. It hasn’t always been this way. The silence strikes me; Leaves me breathless. I searched for something Other than lies in your eyes. Found a scar just like mine. I’m not…

a reminder of a beautiful friendship — I’ve tried many times to find someone like you. Someone who could make me laugh without even saying a word ; who could complete my sentences; who understood my jokes.A person that I could be profound with but also completely silly. Until the day we met, I searched for that…

art as therapy — You’re upset, sad, feeling low. You’re in pain, lonely, hurt. “Create something!”, it’s the first thing that comes to your mind. It always makes you feel better. So, you call creativity: “What am I going to do?”, a question unanswered. A blank page stares at you. But you stare back…

body aches that never go away — Five years old, just a little girl, an excruciating pain started on her right arm: “Mom, my arm hurts! I can’t sleep…”, she would say. Painkillers and a glass of milk were all she was given. The years passed, but the child’s pain didn’t. By eleven, her joints were on…