You will never be enough for this world. People will always try to mould you into something, what they desire. They will leave no stone unturn and propell you to give up your identity.

But they don’t know that, there lies the fiercest soul in the garb of a mellow person. They don’t know that you have been through much greater obstacles than this.

They have no idea, as to how you have managed to free yourself from the shackles of the most inextricable knots of your life.

They don’t know that you are the rocks on the sea shore. Rocks that get hit by the majestic waves. But always strong enough to be hit by the another one.



My hopes are like that distressed ship on the choppy sea waters. It constantly clobbers against the roaring waves and dashes on the mammoth ice-bergs. It keeps struggling to not let itself drown or castaway ashore any secluded, ghastly island. Despite facing numerous catastrophes, it always succeeds to find the shore, emerging victorious!