Dear Mum Ladly Thomas,

Writing was something I learnt from you , the beautiful way in which you express life or death in your poems but now those teachings fail me because I don’t know what to write for the next best after God. There aren’t words I could use to describe the amount of sacrifice, love, support, positivity etc you have given me. I will never be able to express how much deeply I love but I do. The only people to never give up on me were you n dad. To this day I smile cause I know I have got a shoulder to cry on.We have different ideologies and our thinking do not match but nevertheless your thoughts matter to me. You gave me all the talents I possess be it the voice , the hand leg coordination or the multitasking and much more.You gave me all.You gave me life mom.Everytime I fell u gave me strength and now I am no longer scared of falling cause I know nothing matters as long as you love me.Mum, I do not know how to tell u how much I love you not by words or actions. But this post is for you,just something tiny to show u that I love you, though it doesn’t make a difference but still I don’t post much and when I do it its for something special and I want you to know that you are special and one in a lifetime. Let the Lord be your shepherd. Be the King of your heart. May he bless you abundantly. Give u health. I love you ❤️ .To the woman who taught me love and care.

Yours forever


Keep Your Head Up and Be Patient…

How often have we felt dejected for things we shouldn’t have been? Pretty normal,right?

Every time we fail we are dispirited.The same happened to me recently I felt dispirited and depressed when the smallest of inconvenience happened to me. I just simply sat and pondered over it, in short, overthought.Ultimately feeling more low and dejected.That’s when I thought I should call up a close friend of mine and he would definitely put some sense into me and that’s what he did.I called him up and he did not disappoint me.He told me everything I did not want to hear (don’t friends always do this, their ruthless truth kills you but makes you stronger) but I am grateful that he did.He told me to not take life seriously something which is so difficult for me.But I found truth in his words.

We shouldn’t take life so seriously.Just live life your own terms.I know, easier said than done.Whatever it is think positively.If we fail an exam try again next time,you have got another chance to prove yourself and if there is no second chance then it never was your cup of tea.So whatever the problem life actually gives you an explanation for it.We just need to keep our minds open for change and better things and to understand what life is telling us.Whatever the situation face it.Cry out,vent out,call a friend just like I did who can put some sense into you,do your thing and when there is nothing left to say,lift your head up high,smile and walk away. 

The loss that cost…

When you sat in the bus
And you waved 
That's when I knew

Just a look at you 
And I could tell you my deepest thoughts,
That's when I knew 

When you look around
To see that the place is safe for me,
That's when I knew 

Just a smile from you 
And my whole day would be made, 
That's when I knew 

When you spoke gibberish
And I was still mesmerized by it,
That's when I knew

That your loss would cost 
me the most.



10 Things I Hate About You

This is a poem or whatever you wish to call it, that I was inspired to write based on a movie 10 things I hate about you. I loved the movie and I loved the way she wrote the poem in the movie.This poem I wrote is somewhat similar although it describes my feelings.


I hate the way you are always right, I don’t have anything to argue about.

I hate the way you know how to behave with me after a fight and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you are always the first to pick me up when I fall.

I hate the way I trust you blindly knowing that I shouldn’t and the way you read my mind.

I hate the way you hold my hand in a way that even the devil would not think of hurting me.

I hate the way you solve my problems when I come running to you.

I hate the way you remember all of the stories,the slightest detail I tell you.

I hate the way you control yourself when you want to punch my face and ignore me and the way you make me laugh,even worse when you make me cry.

I hate the way you will just leave and won’t look back, not even once.

But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,not even close,not even a little bit,not even at all.