To Belong.

I walk and stare at this growing abstraction in my life.
I've never stopped and seen..
always overlooked, and this day, it comes right at me.
Faltering and crashing
Like the waves of an ugly beach.
Littered and shallow,
Death be his foe, and I his friend.
I've never walked this beach before,
And the place seems new.
The routes all wrong,
And the wind turns around.
Stagnation and sorrow are my only friends,
Playing the Devil's advocate,
Right in my head.
If only I knew, how to just run,
Walk through the soft sands of what was once
A land of mine
A place I belonged to
Wherein love and lust
Intertwined as two
Where happiness was permanent
And sorrow at bay
Where the lonely boats smiled
Leaving pain astray
Where the shallowness of life
Was replaced by the depths of passion
Where the single human eye
Found her reflection
Where she saw all his dreams
And they lived a life together
Where they knew even if the stream
Fell down to a river
And the river to the waterfall edge
They stood hand in hand
Heads held up
And faith in their heart.
They knew that one leap
Made all the difference
In death the bitterness of life
Never mattered on infliction
It was the strength of the supreme
The valor of love
That pulled two souls out together
Out of convulsed rapids, forever. 

Of Inspiration.

I looked for inspiration in all corners, hoping something would strike the melancholic chords within. The desperation for just a blur of words became a growing obsession, much detrimental than I supposed. And one random morning, when the seeker in me decided to give up, did inspiration flood in. Little did I realize it came from my own work. The former glory that defined me, put me back in that fire. I felt it right in the pit of my belly. I knew it was back for good. Stronger and more powerful. The words just flowed and flowed. It felt like an endless river of thoughts just waiting to be heard.

They spoke of undying love and passion. Of dreams unconquered. Of hopes so strong. Of lives so beautiful. Of relations so perfect. It was the golden epiphany I always hoped for. The fear of losing it also went away, just as if a wisp of wind had taken away all my troubles. My world was whole again. The empty ink bottle and blotting paper lay no more silent. Those ugly noises left. I felt renewed, rejuvenated...and just so complete.

Uncensored.

Just save me from the anguish
The lies and woes 
Of a new world.
Take me to a place I'd know
As my own.
Take me somewhere 
Where the happy winds
Overwhelm my soul's desires. 
Let me be free and loved
Away from the betrayal of those
Who said they mattered before.
I'm a naked soul
Stripped bare off my life's doings
Lessons not needed, learned
While pain still traps my chest.
Tears for fears seem untold
None who'd ever understand..
For comfort and love is my want
Not just a sentence of incompetence. 
Shivering in absolute rawness
Fatigue now upon my eyes
A deep slumber, an uncalled escapade
To the one's who's arms keep me warm.
Thresholds crossed beyond explanation
Zombies come and go
I stay like a lingering shadow
Hoping for my day to glow.
Lost drives and strength
A want to just cocoon
No intoxication. No skin. No touch.
Just a place.. a little too much?

Pristine White.

There was ambiguity in her reflection

The clear waters seem to bluff-

They hid a tale amidst soft waves,

The sort told in the epoch of caves.

Clad in soft, pristine white

Silky black hair falling on her face;

Her expression seemed calm and knowing

A life of love and happiness showing.

The Stuff of Dreams

Everyday I wake up feeling like the past 8 months of my life were just a dream, nightmare or whatever you'd like to call it.. and in reality I'm still sitting on my study table preparing for my 12th board exams and clearly having fallen into a deep slumber of vivid dreams.

Funny, isn't it?

What if all we're living is just a premonition of what's going to happen?
What if everything we are right now is just a sign for us to take the right decisions once we wake up?
Maybe that can explain the stagnation in our lives. Explain why sometimes we feel we try to hard, but reach no end.
Isn't that the stuff of dreams?

You feel like you're running a great marathon to reach the pot of gold at the rainbow's end.. but actually that idea of gold is just a reflected mirage. You still keep running.. directionless now.

And when you suddenly stop in fatigue, and fall flat on the ground with a large thud; you then snap out like a camera flash, and figure how the blueprint to your future is simply in negatives.
You wake up, wipe the drool off your face, and either go develop the negatives or maybe just throw them in the bin.

As you like it!

Renewed.

I haven't been writing much. In fact, I haven't been writing at all; except those moments wherein I've tried to squeeze out all my creativity to only land up with something demeaning and dark. Guess it was indeed a long drawn phase of unnecessary withdrawal..but now, it's time to take complete charge of myself, and my life. What I always stood for and believed in, has been completely washed away in the past 8 months. My life has changed in such a large manner, that I can never really identify with who I am. While I still watch myself slowly float out of this indecisiveness, a few things about me are clearly for the keeps. :)

PS: I've completely changed my blog style. I want my blog and my writing to reflect on who I am, not on only the negative aspect of instances in my life. There's a lot I'm taking out of life around me, but sadly not giving it the sort of importance it deserves.

You've got to embrace the change.
Stand up for yourself.
Fight the system.
Love a lot.
Live crazily.
Feel happy.
And above all, never ever in the process, lose your true identity. :)

Lies.

Soft mellow eyes. Hurtful truths.
Why would you want them to be,
An epoch in your memory?
Wrathfully sewn and carefully silenced.
Illusioned to love.
Illusioned to lust.
An underlying ghost of past shadows.
Nothing concrete.
Nothing strong.
Just a string of indelible words.
Shattered minds of a thousand lives,
Cracked reflections of broken mirrors.
Yet they defy who you are,
A mystery to the mind's soul.
As simple as black or white,
Dark moonlit river of lies. 

The Experiment.

There's only one way in which you'd ever comprehend the feeling of the wooden dust underneath your feet, the harsh warmth of the spotlight on your head, and the crystal blackness filled with ghastly yet curious eyes staring right at you. And you, you stand there taking in all you have to deliver your last bit of being a person re-created by ghost writers who make a new you by just stringing in words. That's when you gather up all you have, look straight in their eyes and speak. An extension of words revised by you numerous times flows out of your mouth, but this time, it's different. It's not you. An outburst of applause and a curtain call snap your trance, but that feeling you just experienced is bliss..pure exhilaration.

I spent a large part of my school days standing on stage, either acting or debating. Back then, never did I get the chance to know what it felt like to run my own production. To host my own shows. To do ALL the backstage work. Or to just stand up on a pedestal and motivate my team before it's final show.
And now, finally, after coming to Symbiosis, I did find a like minded friend along with whom I founded our college's first theatrical production house. We both had excellent parallel ideas on innovative theatre and are finally putting up our first show in March, 2013. We decided to call ourselves "The Experiment."

Our first logo designed by a friend, Harsha Biyani. 

Eternity?

Loneliness crept in, as the sun set lightly across velvety skies, leaving a shade of hazy amidst those crisp clouds. Vast mountains fortified the greatness of that empty table land, below which roofs of huts looked like clusters of bright M&M's. The deep flavour of Fir trees tingled her nose, as exhilaration lifted her soul to the heart of nature. She felt her eyes get moist. Just like those lightening flashbacks, memories of the past whisked her mind. She needed him around, just as a weeping child would need the warm comfort of his mother's arms.
There within the arms of his embrace, she felt everything safe. His soft caress would send in fuzzy feelings of happiness throughout her tiny being. There she was, in her own safe cavern. A place where she belonged. Where they belonged. He wasn't far away, he wasn't gone. He was no one's but hers. Love was theirs to cherish. The hollowness was just an augmented figment of her myriad thoughts that accounted for a large chunk of the recent detachment she felt. But then again, love has it's mysterious ways. It keeps people together and binds them with strong threads..for eternity, maybe! 

Go On, Smile :)

It takes a while for one to realize that they themselves hold the key to their own happiness. We often believe that making others happy, being there for them as their pillar of support during dark times is our own way of finding that bit of eternal happiness. 

This myth is so strongly engraved into our value systems, that in the true test of times, we fail.
We fail miserably. 

No one, but us, hold the key to the secret chamber of our happiness. We need to know what is it that makes us feel good about ourselves, as human beings. 
If one cannot truly love himself, he's never going to be happy.

You need to enjoy your own company. You need to feel full of radiance..and eventually, better things fall into place. 
Its the law of the land.
Man was born a little selfish. Society made him care, but not at the cost of him losing his own identity!

We are like spices. We add a little flavor to the food, even though we get a little lost..we stand out. Why?
Because each of us are different. 
Each of us are masterpieces of a well-crafted entity. 
Each of us, are US. 

So go out there, add a little bit of yourself and make the world a culinary genius. :)

Because Happily Ever Afters Do Exist

She walked lightly over the freshly cut grass, her fingers intertwined in his. He smiled looking at her twirl her hair around her finger, as her gleaming eyes stared at their reflection in the still river waters. She smiled.

They had been through a lot, not together, but individually. Each had their own share of ups and downs. Each had lost a lot, on the way..and somewhere deep down hoped for a person to bring back part of their identity. A part, they had buried in the depths of the past.

This wasn't any movie-type romance. Nothing of the "love at first sight" sort. They had known each other for years, but never really bothered..until events brought them closer than ever.
They soon realized they couldn't do without each other. Days felt incomplete without meeting, and nights seemed faded, without those long, random conversations. Everyone saw the obvious, except them. They lived in oblivion to reality.

...Except that one day, when Fate decided it was time. They knew they had fallen. Fallen so truly in love, that nothing could stop them. They were perfect.
He knew how to look after her, and she knew how to handle him. They were open and honest. Nothing ever tore them apart. The World knew it was meant to be..

Despite many changes, their loved stayed constant. She'd fall more in love with him, each time she saw him smile. As was it with him.
They had the perfect life.
Blissful and happy.

Turning towards him, with large thoughtful eyes, she knew the time had come. He pulled her a little closer, and moved her hair off her face. Smiling he pulled out a large diamond ring, and went down on his knee.
She thought it was the end, but contrary to her belief, it was a new beginning. He wished her to be his bride.
She accepted.

Tears welled up in both their eyes as they embraced each other in a passionate kiss. They felt the warm air surround them with a feeling of security of a happy future.
They were one, and would always remain one.

Who Am I?

I'm on this never ending quest, of looking for inspiration, for knowledge and for hope.
I'm out in this big world, searching and discovering the greatness that lies within the boundaries of fear and the unknown.
I'm a traveler on an unknown path.
I'm a sailor on the rough seas.
I'm a dreamer, with a million dreams.
I'm a girl, who hopes to be seen.

I have seen the worst of days, wherein my world spun around like a crazy tornado. People changed. Times passed. Situations went awry and nights seemed long.
But still, that tiny voice inside, never did let me shatter.
Disappointments came, lingered for a while and went.
People came, made themselves count, pretended, hurt and left.
But I, I stood strong.
I held my ground.

I've learnt to forgive, if not forget. After all, you can forget things people say, but not how they make you feel. I've learnt that the one person who builds you up, is the one who breaks you down. And that things never go as we expect them to, despite of which, they bring forth better days!

So I dance in the rain.
Run through the pain.
Sail rough weathers.
And fly like a feather.
Let my instincts guide me,
Show me the light,
Bring destiny to me,
And smile through the night :)

The Beauty Of Innocence :)

She sat in the dark,weeping silently,
Except the moonbeam shining through the window brightly,
Lies, not worth the tears, left unexplained,
And incomprehensible pleasure in pain!

The pressure mounted, the cuts deepened,
A forgiveness was all that would erase her pain.
A genuine apology.
The innocence of words.
Were taken for granted, leaving her hurt.

A desire to be strong, a desire to be brave,
The want to put wrong to right, and not be naive,
She took charge of her feelings and emotions,
Put the pieces together, and ended the commotion!

The result of hard work seemed to be sweet,
The fruits of courage are never bleak.
Rising and falling, like the stormy waves,
A boat about to topple, had finally sailed!

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Guess we all have been in that situation where we are stuck between whats right and wrong.
Between our emotions and morals.
But at the end of the day, we dock our way through..towards our rightful destiny.
Life's like that! :)

Life..

Life feels so good sometimes. Like everything is in place.
Happy and perfect.

Even those chilly mornings which make you want to snuggle in bed all day, make you feel alive. You get up earlier than before, just to enjoy the whiff of the cold mornings.

Even tasks and chores don't feel like a pain. You do them with as much enthusiasm as singing to your favourite song on the radio.

Routine journeys that felt boring, are now avenues for making new friends and understanding people.
Your family and friends make you feel loved.
Small things that you once considered annoying, become lessons you learn from.
You find happiness in simple things like a child's smile, or a teachers compliment.

Your goals and dreams feel like they're already achieved.
You feel like you're at the top of the world.
You're at the zenith of your achievements.

Its then you realise that feelings built you up, and you can achieve more than what you think you're capable of.

Believe, and all is yours :)

Mothers!

It was a sad, sad time, that I believed, ruined my childhood. I regretted everything it did. Each and every consequence. But that was when I was an immature 10 year old.
Now, I think it's the best thing that ever happened to me, and my family. It's made the person I am today. It's made me stronger, and way more smarter.

It was my father's divorce.

No. This isn't a "I-need-the-world's-sympathy" post. I don't.
I'm happy it happened. It brought fourth so many life changing values, and also brought fourth my new mother. She is the best thing that's EVER happened to me. I mean it.

Initially, I hated her, for some vague reason. Maybe because it was hard to digest a divorce, and the concept of a new mother, or maybe because we grew up with stories like Hansel and Grettle, wherein the "step-mother" was "evil". Bullshit.

I'd never call my mother "step-mom". She doesn't deserve that kind of a discrimination. She has nurtured me, and looked after me throughout my life, just like any other mother.
She's always been my pillar of strength.
She's made me responsible, and mature.
She taught me to be confident, and proud of myself.
She taught me to face the world bravely.
She taught me to be myself, chase my dreams and never let any obstacle come in my way.

Being a really opinionated person, I'm sure she had millions of issues in trying me help me become better. I was arrogant, and rude. But she put up a brave front, and never gave up. Despite all the world criticizing her, she did what she felt was right.
You're a commendable person, mom. I really appreciate everything you've done for me. :)

All the times we've had our super long mother-daughter talks. The way you've handled my 'tsunamis'. The times we've gone shopping like two teenagers. The times we've made fun of the epic people we meet. All our inside jokes. The serious talks. The motivation. The yelling. The endless horror movies. Everything.
Thank you so much!

:)

You've always treated me the way I felt I should be treated. You've always believed in me, when I ceased to believe in myself. You're more like a sister, a best friend. You've heard me rant about my teenage insecurities, boyfriend issues, and god knows what not. You've patiently helped me understand everything, from the 'birds and the bees' to knowing how to treat difficult people.

You're the strongest person I've ever known. The way you've braved people, and stood your ground, is simply wow. Each time someone criticized you, you never took it to heart. You are doing the best you can. and no one is going to deny that!
I just wish to be exactly like you, when I grow up :)
I really do.

I promise to rise higher than your expectations. Always be a good daughter. And never ever let you down.
I love you!

And to everyone who thinks stereotypically about "step mothers" being "bad", you need a super big reality check. I have an amazing mom, and she loves me no less than what your mom does!

Not everyone gets second chances, I'm glad I got one. :)

How True :P

Falling Again?

He was the best, so she believed, and she had unwavering faith in that belief.
And all that resulted of the year and a half long stint was a big, bad heartbreak that shattered her!
She didn't care anymore.
She felt all numb. Dramatic as it sounds, it couldn't be more true.
She isolated herself.
Got over-worked.
Fought with friends and family.
Cried herself to sleep.
Wrote sad songs, and stayed up all night.

Time heals all wounds, so they say. And true, it is.
She was genuinely happy again. Every time someone took his name, or each time he texted her, she wouldn't flinch. She was brave. She overcame all that she had lost, by finding love in other things like her work, her family, her friends and even in watching movies. Her playlist didn't sound so depressing either.
She was back on track.

Outer appearances are often deceptive, as so was it with her.
She lost all feelings of "true love". Believed it to be utter bullshit. Anytime she saw people who were "madly in love", she found it crappy and cheesy. She cracked jokes and mocked them.
But in reality, she was just trying to hide the scars her wounds left behind. She had lost utter faith in that 4 letter word that made the wold go round, so to speak!

..until she met him!
He gave her butterflies the first time he walked up to her. He made her feel special and loved. His cute, cheesy messages made her smile like a retard. His smile sent her to another land, altogether. He intimidated her!
Initially, she was scared. Scared to loose him, and to have history repeat itself. But he had a story of his own. His heart was also broken. And he needed a companion to make him believe that everything would be all right! Being in the exact same position as he was, they helped each other. They'd talk all day long. She'd crack stupid jokes to make him laugh, when he was feeling low. They were the distractions they needed.

And then, the obvious happened. She began to fall for him, as did he!

Accepting this fact, they decided to keep things on hold. She has to focus on her priorities, and so does he. They both need time, something they have enough of.
Mature, is what they've become.
He came at the right time, and now she knows things are going to fall in place when they have to!

Till then, she's happily writing her destiny! :)

:) <3

We have, What They Call, True Love! :P

So here's to that retarded bitch, who can't ever shut up.
Here's to that girl, who can cry one minute over a broken nail, but laugh over someone who hurt her.
Here's to that Rockstar who can sing her life out when drunk!
Here's to the girl who's always stood by me.
Who's always been there to hear me rant and rave.
Who's always there to gossip about people who gossip.
Who's always there to act like the second mother.
Who's always there to throw 'I-know-rights' and 'Its-written-all-over-your-face'.
And the one, who's turned heads by being her silly self!

Here's to you, I. :)

We've known each other all through school, but not in the way we should have. All that bitching and hatred, in no possible way, would have ever led to our awefuckingsome friendship! Well, everything happens for a reason, right? *P.O.L. much*
The first time we actually went out together, was before Jay was going to leave. I know we've spoken and discussed this SO many times, but I'm going to mention it anyway, cause I know you're going to reply with that same enthusiasm each time.
*yes, I know you just muttered 'bitch' under your breath!* :P

I remember arguing with him saying I couldn't bear you, and didn't even want to see your face. I know that was mean. But then he insisted. I guess that was the best thing he's ever done..
We met, and instantly became amazing friends.A super shock to EVERYONE!

We'd talk the entire day. Chat on Facebook. Give over a 100 notifications. Kill peoples NewsFeed early in the morning. And even change our relationship status to 'In A Relationship' and eventually 'Engaged' to each other!
Damn. I remember how freaked my mom was, after seeing that!

(To everyone reading this: No, we're not gay. :P)

Each time I've cried, felt annoyed, thought of doing wrong things, had breakdowns, you've always stood by me. Told me to stay strong. Ensured I never gave up. Helped me find my true identity, when I felt all lost and lonely. Yelled at me each time I did something wrong.
You've been my pillar of strength through my darkest of days.
Helped me overcome so many fears.
Helped me believe in myself.

When I broke up, you were the one to go and yell at that idiot.
When I got pissed at people, you were there to patiently hear me rant, and then eventually rant back too.
When I fought with my mom, you were there to hear me cry, and rationalize with me, and make me go and apologize.
When I achieved something, you always reacted as though you also achieved it.
When I felt all lame and stupid, you heard me crack gay jokes.
When I felt all poetic, you reviewed all my 'works' at 12 in the night.
When I was in hospital, you were more freaked than I ever was.
And when I had an exam, you pretended like it was yours too!

A super big THANK YOU for all that!

Apart from all these saintly things you've done, all the long walks. Talking about what we spoke when we were 'back there' (with turning our heads, literally). Those retarded sleepovers. Roaming around at 2 in the night. Illegal hangouts. Hangovers. CCD dates that lasted hours and hours. Mocking all those people who 'ispeak lyk disss...'. The photo editing sprees. Sentimental quotes. Endless texting. High cell phone bills that followed. Drooling over hot guys. Failed attempts of being girly. Doughnuts-are-my-life talks. Stupidity in malls. Clicking a gazillion pictures, 'after fixing our hair'. Bitching and gossiping. Movies. Long 'GF' updates. What-do-I-wear crisis. Endless song dedications. Our never ending *Cosmic Coincident* Moments. Aaannd, our recent fad of Emailing.


Our friendship is perfect. And I'm proud to say that it is..

Now, we're almost done with our 12th grade, and will go our separate ways. The stupidity and daily meetings won't be a constant anymore. It's heart breaking, I know. But the simple thought of being able to do what we've dreamed of, all our lives, will keep us going. The fact we'll break free and fly away, will keep us strong.

So no matter where we go, and what we become, I'm always going to be there to break the bones of any idiot who hurts you.
Sing and dance with you, when you're at your peak.
Motivate you, and not give up, when you feel low.
Abscond to the Himalayas, every time you need a break.
Give you a wild bachelor's party. 
Be the bridesmaid at your wedding.
Be your children's Godmother O:).
And take your walking stick and hobble away, when you become an old woman, only to watch you run behind me.

Sigh! That explains it all :P

As we go on, we remember,

All the times we've, had together,
As our lives change, come what ever,
We will still be,
Friends Forever! :')

Here's a small video I made. Since we've got a GAZLLION pictures and I really didn't know how to put them all. :P

(P.S. Take out your handkerchief! Just Saying! O:))

This is just a tiny part of our friendship, but the most important one. It's always the little things that matter. The people who walk into your life, when the world walks out. The one person who helps you sing your life's song, when you've forgotten the lyrics.
You've been all of that to me.

ILoveYouSoMuchYouSuperSentimentalCrazyRetardedEpicCosmicallyCoincidentPOL Womaaan <3<3:*:*

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P.S. She isn't my best friend. But the song is perfectly apt. :)
P.P.S. The song is Best Friends Forever by KSM
P.P.P.S. You can follow her blog at Scribbling Life. She's super awesome! B)

Annnd, I'm sorry if this was a bit too long, or a bit too sentimental.

Love,
Shagun.

x

On Being Strong ..

She stares at her life flashing by, just like in the movies. Except that every scene here was nothing but reality. Nothing but a true manifestation of what she had gone through, witnessed or experienced.
Standing at the edge of the sea, watching the waves crash against the rocks, with only a hint of deep moonlight highlighting it's depth, she contemplates on right and wrong.
She muses over the World's silly ways, and smiles, for she'll be long gone, to hear them chatter.

As a spray of the cold ocean water hits her face, reality brings her back into it's vortex. They say reality is bad, but at times, it can prove to be the exact opposite. She remembers all the good times..
Her friends. Her family. Her work. her love.
Everything!
Realizing her entire life is still left ahead of her, a tiny tear slips down her pretty face as she imagines what all she can do.
What all she can be.
All those dreams and hopes turning to reality.
All those relationships lasting forever.

Standing upright, in the cold, eerie night, she now has the knowledge of right and wrong. She knows that the right things aren't always easy, but going down the difficult path will make her strong.
After lingering in the beauty of the night, for a while, she carefully steps off the bridge. And walks away victorious, under the glittering stars to her rightful destiny!

'Nuff Said :)

A Letter To A Lost Friend

Dear Long Lost Best Friend,

It's been a while since we've met. Well, you're miles away, and that sucks.
It's been a while since we've spoken, and spend the entire day texting.
It's been a while since we last cracked up on the ironies of life at 3 in the morning.
It's been a while since we last joked over lame puns and secret jokes.
It's been a while since we helped each other overcome our fears, and know everything will be all right.
It's been a while since we last held hands and jumped in puddles.
It's been a while since we last shared our coffee, and ate chocolates while watching TV.
It's been a while, since we updated each other on our lives.

I miss what we used to be-happy and silly! All those stupid school memories, embarrassing moments, "I know right" situations, "That's so you" and "I'm not surprised" conversations..everything!
I wish I knew what went wrong. I wish we were WE again. If I could go back and amend all those mistakes, I would have.

All I want you to know is, you've always been one of the best friends I've made.
One of the most talented.
One who understood me the best.
And the one, I can trust my life with.
Thankyou, for always being there.

I miss you.

Love,
Shagun. :)

A Tribute To My Father.

This is something I had written for my dad a few days back. He's been my biggest support system all through, and I'm really grateful to him for everything!

(OMG! I know that sounded like some "Eeeee. I'm Miss World" speech. Sorry for that. :P)
Here goes.

He held her tiny fingers,
Close to his chest,
Letting her gleeful smile
Envelope him in the moment.

He gave her his large hand,
To skip around in the park,
He let her hold him and weep,
When her bicycle struck the bark.

He guided her all through school,
Making her strong and brave..
With failed attempts of being Mr. Cool,
So that her friends wouldn't be naive.

Pre-teen years, left him frustrated,
Funny hormonal mood swings,
And crazy cravings..
Were accompanied with serious talks, and silly joking.

During his hard times,
She saw him cry,
All she could promise,
Was to be a good girl, and try.

Days passed, as did years,
Hardly did he realize, she was all grown,
Holding back his tears, he said,
"I'm amazed at the maturity you've shown."

He said that only so she'd feel confident and brave,
But she knew deep inside,
Daddy was trying to overcome his daze,
His silent prayer, and attempt to confide..

"Don't worry daddy", she said,
"I'm always here for you,
Even if you're old and cranky,
Cause you were there for me too.

You held onto me, when i had no faith,
You believed in me, when i was trembling with doubt,
You managed to handle a crazy girl,
And brought her up with love and shouts..

I've known all along, you wanted my best,
And that you wish, to hold onto the rest..
Now I'm all grown, and may soon go,
Daddy, you're my hero, is all you need to know. :)
ILoveYou!

I really find this cartoon SO super adorable! :)

Aww.<3

P.S. I'm sorry if that was a bit too sentimental.
And and, I'd love to know what you thought about it.
I love compliments. O:)