Emotions are far from being controlled….if u could control the emotions then they wouldn’t have been what they are….the flow of emotions is something u cannot put a hold on …a smile can never be hidden….a tear can never be held…smile is a cure that can put end to troubles that might have been there in the absence of a smile…a tear is that drop of water which when flows carries a sea of emotions in itself….a tear never goes waste... every time a tear flows down a cheek it reminds that therz a pain that seeks a way out…..a tear when flows in happiness touches the cheek, caresses the lips, flows down the chin and disappears ………a tear that rolls down the cheek in pain finds a way in the lap of someone where it finds solace n makes way for few others to come….

I don’t know why but it is true…..
That when you have a lot of pain in your heart and you want to talk to someone…. The only person who can stop you from crying is the one who made you cry.

I never thought that i would ever start writing a blog… actually I never knew about blogging…..Someone introduced to me the concept of blog…. it seemed attractive... I thought .....”lemme give it a try.” and then I created ‘Shelly’s Virgin Island’ …. This is how my blog was born.

I told very few people about it.....but whomsoever got to know about it laughed at its name….I wish they could understand the reason why I kept my blog’s name what it is….now even you muz be wondering what’s their in the name…..its juz how u perceive it…...but i know why I christened it this way.

I take it as a platform to put my naïve feelings.... a place to pour myself…..It is so difficult to be your own in this highly pretending world....May be I can HERE

I m no writer…yet I m here……I love to be myself…….so I m here……..
I m a part of this world……yet the world has nothing to do with me…..
I m a part of this world ……….so I have everything to do in this world…….

This is my island……..my island of dreams….where I can sleep in peace to wake to see my dreams come true………

A girl in white
By the river side
Was sitting and smiling
Lost in thoughts
With a bouquet of flowers
Kept by her side
Her hands held a rose
But not out of those
It meant a lot to her
Symbol of her love
It was her hard work
That brought her the reward
No stringed flowers
She possessed a garden of hers.