Dear haters,

You stand tall as an ice berg in my vogue.
You are the wildest storm in desert,
The toxic that burns my heart,
The madness that drives me insane.
But your hatred keeps me going.
I dare to go beyond my boundaries,
You imbibe new zest of inspiration,
I learn to conquer my fear,
Sail alone in the vast sea,
Your jealousy keep me sane.
Your words don’t pierce…
Through my titanium heart…
Because I know haters only hate.
Hate me more to make me grow more.

With Love

My heart is thriving with hope,
Eyes filled with dreams,
Gearing up to challenge myself.
Not scared of drowning,
Will slay the monsters of the sea…
With my sword of courage.
Want to shine brighter than stars.
And see the world from the top.
Will walk through the path alone…
The journey just begins from here.

I live to make a life to die for,
To end with a smile of pride,
To write my name in memories.
I dream as high as the sky.
But I ain’t scared falling down to reality,
To make a castle of my achievement.
Your envy will be my prized jewel.  
I ain’t no perfect,
But my soul is not as mighty as yours.
I sail with trouble against the odds.
You are the darkness of the eclipse.
Like storm, I am unstoppable,
Like ocean, I am endless,
Like fire, I am unforgivable.
Hurt me more,
To keep me growing,
Life is one,
You end here, I begin from here.
I live to make a life to die for.

You put me down with hatred,
Push me off the cliff,  
Leave me alone in dark alleys,
But like air, you will never control me,
I will shine and rise.

Do you want me to cry?
See my face hanging low?
But like the Sun, I will be the brightest star.
I will shine and rise.

Does my passion burn you?
You may hurt my innocence,
But like wild fire, I will burn your false pride.
I will shine at the darkest night.
I will rise far above the skyline.
You can’t stop me,
I am here to shine and rise.

With years of labour,
I knitted my dreams,
Shaped it into an identity.
It has thread of adventure,
Designed with passion.
It was my cover in freezing winters.
It kept me warm and alive.

Now, the thread seems loose,
Design has faded off.
The comfort is lost.
Trying to knit again…
But the desire seems lost.
The chilling winter has come again,
And am freezing to death.