This book is in loving memory of my late mother, Ruby Haque. It was her dream and wish to publish her diary of compilation of selected poems. She was a lover of Urdu poetry. She was born in Lucknow on 13.01.1944 and she passed away in London on 27.12.2014. It has been 9 years and 4 months. She passed away in my arms. Their's a saying that goes, 'she was there when I took my first breath and I was there when she took her last. So, I am loving writing this right now since I've realised the love was always and will be here, there and everywhere. Everything that I do is for my mother. This book is also for her. It's for her and keeping her legacy going. When I meet and greet people, I try my best to represent her through my actions. She brought us all up with so much love and respect, empathy and compassion. She was very cultural and an amazing humanitarian. I started writing this during Ramadan and with all the other faiths celebrating Easter and so on. After reading some of her pages, it felt like that her words has risen. She was a happy go lucky lady, she loved life and would always be smiling. One of her favorite sayings were life is meant to be lively, and that she was.