written for you , about you , only you . So that you'll read this one day and see how loving is like trying to sing when you're mute and trying to dance on the clouds when you have got no wings . Maybe then , youll know how I feel

my friends were big sad so i wrote poems about them,, they suck but i'm love my friends anyway!!!!

I was 6 1/2 weeks pregnant when i lost my snowflake, it was a very tramatic event, there was a lot of pain involved. There is still a lot of enotional pain, its currently 15 months since i lost snowflake, and we are currently trying to convince. Counselor thinks it would be very helpful with overcoming my issues with the loss i have endured, and celebrate snowflake more.

Life is not about finding yourself Life is about creating yourself...!! #111 in poetry 16-7-17

Highest ranked- #10 in action 2/16/2017 A promotion. That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie. I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans? **** The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself. Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees. He knows who I am. He knows how I look like. He knows where I work so possible knows where I live. I am not safe anymore... no where. While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men. I should run. I should try to fight. But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it? I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me. Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one. With that I let the darkness consume me.

Siddharth Shukla, a 39 year old rational and logically thinking adult never expected to fall for the 26 year old, bubbly Punjabi rising actor and singer, Shenaaz Gill. But life never goes your way.

Mai Khudse se hi anjaan tha Tumne aakar mujhe mujh hi se milwa diya.... It's a fiction based on a mumbai based TV actor Sidharth Shukla and an upper middle class delhi girl Shehnaaz gill having lives pole apart... life has never been much merciful on them till they met each other in a very unexpected way ... but still they had a big battle ahead ... battle with their own hearts A turmoil of emotions, confusions, pain which has to be dealt with to erase the wounds of their tragic pasts.

Meant to Be.. "The broken will always be able to love harder than most because once you've been in the dark, you learn to appreciate everything that shines !"

When we love someone, we love them till our last breath. No twists and turns of life can part two people who are made for each other. Thodi hasi aur thode gam baatne hai, Hume Mushkil Raste bhi sang kaatne hai.