She is the silver of dawn,
The sunshine with her
radiating energy to
all that she crosses.
Holding on to her rightful freedom
her mothers and sisters fought for her,
she proves her mantel with
her intelligence and girth.
She loves to full, as she pleases,
Never to regret her selections,
She expects the equal love
Mutual respect is the bond of
the commitment that she demands,
Wearing her individuality as her
precious ornament she walks
heads held high,
When she says “Me too” it is not
a petition for her freedom but a
sovereign proclaiming her right.
The dream of yesterday,
The women of today,
The way to tomorrow.
Years too long
We tend to the love,
The parallel whispers of our
names with every beat of our hearts,
And the years of silence filled
by the prayers of our souls ,
Is the exquisite gift of the
halcyon days of the love we shared…
The busy schedules paralyzing the
Words just stare ,
Jumbled like the puzzling emotions
tied tight by the strings
of relationships waiting
to be sorted in the time of leisure,
Some experiences waits to be shared,
Spinning the imaginations with
the golden threads of language,
The poem of my heart gathers its
colourful feathers to gain its flight,
To touch the souls ,
To heal the wounds,
To communicate the thoughts,
To empathize with hearts,
To enroll my prayers in verses
I do wait for
the moment of surrender,
To register the part of my soulful
To wander into my deepest depths,
And dig up my secret desires,
A poem waits to be born…
The veil of questions of a
If this life is a journey,
Where does it end?
So to rest this restless mind.
If this life is the salvation
When does it come?
So this heart finds its peace.
If this life is a curse
How does it redeem?
So this soul finds divine.
If this life is a blessing
Why does it end?
So this memory stays on.
If this life is a process
When does it complete?
So this body goes to sleep.
With different perspectives and ideologies,
Our strategy for mutual understanding
Started on shaky grounds,
But the respect we had for each added
The eixir for our bond to glorify our love
To new heights and unify our souls
To travel the infinity numbers of shared
Moments of togetherness…
Fragrance of the rains
Evokes her senses alive,
Memories of the innocence,
Without a care wetting throughout
Their roads of childhood,
Blissful days of the shared bond,
The first friendship,
Like the first bloom of a flower,
To cry and laugh for the other,
The partners of chance,
Concreting the bond with angelic beauty,
To part abrupt in tears and promises,
Carrying the memories for years to come,
This rain is the only connector ,
To remember and smile and communicate
Their love for each and a hope to meet.
She is the morning beauty
Created by the rays funnelled
Through the darkness,
The darkness of the heaven
Never thought to really exist
But fuelled by the grey imaginations,
The grey imaginations of a confused soul
Always picking the worst to better
To surround itself with fear,
To surround itself with fear of failure
Never to try any harder to lose itself to
The demons of laziness,
The demons of laziness thrones itself
Stronger and stronger until you rise
To welcome the morning beauty.