There are days when the weight of the world feels unbearable, like everything I touch slips through my fingers no matter how tightly I try to hold on. It’s as if life, in all its complexity, conspires against me. In those moments, I feel suffocated, lost, and unsure of the path ahead. Have you ever felt that way? As though, despite every ounce of effort, nothing seems to work out, and all the plans you made just unravel? It’s a strange paradox—the human brain. We are wired to think, overthink, and sometimes spiral into doubt. But amidst this whirlwind of thoughts, I remind myself of one undeniable truth: I am a phoenix. "Out of the ashes, I will rise, With wings of flame, I'll touch the skies." A phoenix is never meant to remain defeated. It doesn’t die; it is reborn. And so, every setback, every failure, every heartache is nothing more than fuel for my rebirth. Yes, life has its share of hurdles. There are times when I feel like no one truly understands me. It’s isolating, isn't it? To stand amidst a crowd and feel utterly alone, disconnected from everyone around you. But here’s the thing—I remember who I am. I remember the fire inside me, burning through the chaos, through the pain. That’s when the game changes. You see, the road less taken was never meant to be easy. It will be full of struggles, of days when we question everything—our choices, our abilities, and even our worth. And that’s okay. "Even the brightest stars flicker in the darkest skies." I’ve come to realize that everyone is facing their own battles. We often don’t see it, but each person is fighting demons of their own. Whether it’s doubt, fear, or the weight of expectations, we all carry burdens. And sometimes, it gets exhausting. Carrying everything on our shoulders, fighting the same battles day in and day out, we feel drained. But here’s where the shift happens—where the phoenix rises. It’s in the acknowledgment that yes, the journey is tough, and yes, I’m tired. But I am not  defeated. None of us are. We can rise, not just in spite of our challenges, but because of them. "A storm may come, the winds may howl, But I’ll stand tall, I’ll face it all." We need to give ourselves permission to feel—to be scared, to doubt, to even break down. But only for a moment. After that, we rise. We cannot afford to let the fear of failure or the uncertainty of tomorrow weigh us down for long. At the end of the day, the only person we can truly rely on is ourselves. It’s about shifting our perspective. Life will always have its share of hardships, but those very hardships are what shape us. The flames that threaten to consume us are the same flames that will refine us, mold us into something stronger, fiercer. It’s the struggle that gives us our strength. "From the ashes I rise, unshaken, A phoenix reborn, with every dawn taken." The key lies in trusting the process. There will be days when everything feels like it’s falling apart. And on those days, it’s easy to spiral into negativity, to let the weight of it all consume us. But we have to learn to let go—let go of the constant worry, let go of what people think, let go of the idea that everything must be perfect. People will always have something to say. They will judge, criticize, and sometimes misunderstand you. But their opinions are just noise. “Darling, let them talk. Let them say what they will. You focus on what you’re best at—being yourself, being the best version of you .” So, when the world seems too heavy, when you’re standing at the edge of despair, remind yourself that you’re a phoenix. No matter how many times you fall, you will rise. No matter how deep the hurt, you will heal. The fire may burn, but it will never destroy you—it will only strengthen you. "I will rise, Not because the flames are gone, But because I am stronger within." We were never meant to tread easy paths. The journey to greatness, to becoming our best selves, will always be filled with challenges. There will be times when you doubt everything, and that’s fine. What matters is that you never let the doubt consume you. Snap out of it. Shake it off. Because all you have is yourself, and that’s enough. Be the phoenix. Rise from the ashes. Face the tides. Let the world see that no matter what comes your way, you are unbreakable. Learn to see the beauty in the struggle, the strength in the pain, and the light within the darkest moments. And in the end, when the flames have subsided, you will look back and realize that every hurdle, every tear, every ounce of doubt was worth it. Because it led you to where you were always meant to be—stronger, wiser, and ready to create your own empire. "I am the fire, I am the flame, From the ashes, I rise again." So, keep going. Keep rising. We are phoenixes, and phoenixes never lose.

In the backyard of my home, after the rain's gentle kiss, I perched upon the window pane, soaking in the bliss. Nature's ethereal beauty, like a bride in her grace, Or a newborn's innocence, in this serene place. The grass, trees, and flowers, oh, so fresh and bright, The world feels untouched, bathed in pure light. Everything is still, the moment seems to pause, A symphony of silence, worthy of applause. Butterflies flit from flower to flower, oh, what a sight! Yellow, brown with fluorescent hues, each one a delight. The colorful wings, dancing in the air, A ballet of nature, beyond compare. A cute little squirrel, hops out from its hole, So adorable, it's like joy for the soul. On the pavement it scurries, in search of its meal, The way it nibbles, oh, what a squeal! The vine on the wall, after rain, so lush, Its beauty enhanced, makes me hush. A sparrow family, three members I see, Mom, Dad, and baby, all chirping with glee. But wait, what's this? A spat in the sparrow's nest, Madam Sparrow's upset, she's giving Dad a test. He tries to woo her, with his charming ways, Oh, the drama of birds, it brightens my days. The chattering birds, the butterflies' flight, The green, lustrous plants, bathed in light. The backyard's a playground, for sparrows and mynahs, Their joyous antics, like a joyous sonata. My cute little squirrel, posing for the show, Each new stance, makes my heart glow. Should I name it, my tiny friend so dear? Its delightful antics, always bringing cheer. Oh, the backyard symphony, so vibrant, so grand, Nature's beauty, right at hand. The more I see, the more I adore, This wondrous scene, forevermore.

In a world of wonders, none compare to you, Have you seen a fairy? I bet you haven't, it's true. For if you had, you'd know her face, It's my mother, in her grace. With a smile that could light up the night, Innocence so pure, a beacon so bright. Her childlike nature, her sweet little tantrums, Our family's big baby, in joy she blossoms. Her love, a balm for all that’s dark, In her presence, hatred leaves no mark. Her laughter, a melody that heals, For her children, her strength reveals. In her arms, the world’s at peace, Every worry, every trouble, finds its release. Her banter with Papa, a daily delight, Turning the hardest times into a light. Oh, Mumma, your magic in every meal, The love in each bite, the warmth we feel. Is every mother a magician, or are you unique? For in your lap, all stress feels weak. Mumma, our cutiepie, our eternal delight, Your laughter, your love, our guiding light. A queen, an angel, our home’s heartbeat, In our eyes, you're forever sweet. So here’s to you, our dearest Mumma, Our protector, our joy, our everyday drama. For in your love, we’ve found our way, You’re our sunshine, every single day.

Upon my window perch, I gaze afar, A small lake mirrors the sky, serene and clear. Dark clouds swirl, nature's romance in the air Leaves dance, flowers sing, a symphony rare. The scent of blossoms, a fragrant embrace, Envelops the scene, a soft, sweet grace. In this moment, I understand the tales, Of rain, of clouds, of nature's unveiled trails. Drizzle falls, forming ripples in the lake's embrace, A dance of water, a tranquil, rhythmic chase. Thunder rumbles, lightning streaks the night, Nature's passion ignites, a breathtaking sight. Gentle breeze turns storm, a tempest's call, Nature's love unfolds, embracing all. In this grandeur, heaven's gates unbar, A soul enraptured by nature's stellar spar. Oh, what beauty in this celestial dance, Nature's romance, in every glance. Amidst the storm's embrace, I find my peace, In nature's love, where all troubles cease.