If this poem and memory touched your heart, you’ll definitely feel the same magic in my book “Memories to Burn, Memories to Heal.” ❤️ It’s a journey through love, loss, and finding strength again.
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People may come, people may go… but some memories refuse to fade. They linger — soft, glowing, eternal — like the echo of a bond that time can never erase.
Wisefool: Wise the fool.
Hope flickered whenever she smiled. I learned to love her quietly, from an arm’s distance not asking for more, just grateful she existed. It’s not about daily calls or endless chats. It’s about those rare moments that stay the laughter, the warmth, the comfort in silence.
Endnote:
I met her on a truth or dare game just a random night, but destiny had plans. She became my shoulder when I was breaking inside, my calm when life turned cruel. She wasn’t just a friend; she is family someone my heart trusted without question.
I’m no more, no more, no more your nice girl!
I’m the storm, I’m the pearl!
Watch me bloom, feel me roar
Nice is gone, I’m so much MORE!
Nice girl’s gone.
She’s not missing.
She just…
Started listening
To herself.
Call me bossy? Call me bold?
I call it finally breakin' the mold
Not your doll, not your muse
I choose me and I never lose!
I’m no more, no more, no more your nice girl!
I shout loud, stand proud, rock my curls!
I don’t bow, don’t beg, don’t act small
I rise, I shine I own it all!
I’m no more, no more, no more your nice girl!
I dance through storms and I twirl!
I say what I want, I move how I please
I broke the rules, now I feel the breeze!
Nah, I don’t wait for my man at the table
I bring my own strong, fierce, and stable
No more sugar-coating all my rage
This girl’s got...
No more waiting to be picked
No more games, no more tricks
I’m not perfect, but I’m real
And I won’t hide the way I feel!
I’m no more, no more, no more your nice girl!
I speak up, light up, shake up the whole world!
I don’t beg, don’t mess up, don’t fake my smile
I’m wild, I’m loud, got my own...
Used to cry, try to please
Say “sorry” like it grew on trees
Held it in just to keep things calm
Burned my fire to keep you warm
But now I glow in my own skin
A little mess, a lotta win
I ain’t mean, just mean what I say
And I love myself more every day!
I’m no more, no more, no more your nice girl!
I speak up, light up, shake up the whole world!
I don’t beg, don’t mess up, don’t fake my smile
I’m wild, I’m loud, got my own style!
I’m no more, no more, no more your nice girl!
I’m my own damn queen, watch me unfurl!
I say what I feel, I take up...
“No More Nice Girl”
(A Girl Power Anthem)
I used to smile when I felt like crying
Said “I’m fine” but deep down I was lying
I said “yes” when I wanted to run
Played the part, but I killed my fun
I was sweet, soft, scared to shout
Kept it cute, kept my truth locked out
But one day I looked in...
My song dedication to one of awesome soul I met in here. She is not a friend not a buddy not a soul mate not a bestie not a girl friend but she is FAMILY. We don't talk the same way as we do but we have respect for each other. So this dedication goes to HER from her Fluffy Panda
Kabhi rational, kabhi senti,
Kabhi dosti ki guarantee,
Angry bird bhi, doston ki jaan,
Ishikaa you’re the celebration!
She makes me sing, she makes me fly,
Birthday girl, you touch the sky,
Tu hai wrong bhi, tu hai right bhi,
Ishikaa – you shine so brightly!
“Happy Birthday Ishikaa”
Happy Birthday Ishikaa… tu hai sabse zyaada jhakkaas!
Dil se hot vibes ka blast,
Crazy queen, you’re full on mast!
Happy Birthday Ishikaa… tujhmein hai ek alag class,
Smile se duniya ho bright,
Dance karein saari night!
Kabhi gaali, kabhi pyaar,
Kabhi hot jaise...
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