For You, Anonymous Hello. I saw you standing there. I know what you were thinking when you blinked, I know how you felt when you see her cry, I know how much you want to help her, I know how much you want to try, You hugged her. She did not hug back. I know you told her she wasn't your daughter, I overheard your conversation with her mother, She had learnt to accept that you were her father, And now you regret that you didn't wait till she was older, She screamed. You stared. Helpless. I do not know who you are, But I want to tell you what I thought. You cannot erase her scar, Even though you are at fault. But I'll tell you one thing, One thing that was for sure. That little girl knew what you were thinking, And it was that you love her.

Sometimes, We Ask Ourselves. Sometimes we ask ourselves, Why the sky and the ocean blue, Why the animals and children outgrew, Why doesn't he have any feelings for you? Sometimes we ask ourselves, But then we start to question others, Instead of looking for answers through shelves, We act like imbeciles. And why is that so?... You ask yourself again. The cycle goes on.

Smile I had always wished I knew how to smile. It's either crooked to the left Or biased to the right. And I recalled... "You have a beautiful smile", he said to her. Yet, her posts are always so depressing. So filled with anger. She cried. Hatred. Is she who I thought I knew, or was that her alter ego? She, never really knew who I was, nor do I know her. Again, she is always depressed. And so, what does a smile actually mean? A joyful feeling? A fake regard? Or a sinister plan brewing beneath? It doesn't matter, anymore, whether my smile is flawed, As long as I do smile, with my heart.

Introduction Hellooo! First and foremost, allow me to clarify that this blog isn't especially about cupcakes but a mixture of #life's ingredients, similar to what you find in a cupcake batter. Complicated, yet arguably manageable - you end up with a dainty cupcake.