Tag: she

March…

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It is March,

The month of her Spring,

When a soothing cold breeze…

Whiffs away the demons within.

 

It is March,

The season of her smile,

When every flower beckons at her with…

A promise divine.

 

It is March,

The return of her being,

When gushing daisies…..

Rustle and bespeak perforce,

Words of true love.

 

It is March,

The echo of her soul,

When valleys smile…

Enamoured by her will,

And demure persistence.

 

— Shalini.

Nothingness

No,

She will not disappear into nothingness…

Her new found glory,

Is here to stay…

No,

She will not just be,

A beautiful rose,

In the pathway around your dwelling…

No,

She will not just be yours,

To fondle and love,

 

She will be the brightest moon

In the dark, night sky

The blazing Sun,

In the cold, winter morning…

 

She will be,

The mast,

The anchor,

The pivot…

 

She will be…

The air that you breathe…….

 

 

Relieved…..

via Daily Prompt: Relieved

 

 

Rumbles dying,

She has resurfaced

Sublime, with grace

Slightly rummaged….

 

What is this….

The lilting steps,

She glides with ease…

Every breath swells.

 

From where

He ceased to be,

She broke the tangles

And averred,

That this was a decree.

 

Every time

He recedes,

She paves further

Only this time……

She seems Relieved

 

She……

He couldn’t copy,

Her colors on one canvas….

So he painted the sky instead,

With shades of

Orange, blue, red and black.

 

She was all this

And more to him……

 

He couldn’t capture,

In one frame,

All her facets.

So he captured the sea instead

Calm, divine, unruly and wild.

 

She was all this

And more to him…

Messiah…..

It is true that,

She is her own messiah….

That she has purged her own self,

Of plagues and despair

That threatend to take her breath away…..

 

It is true that,

She is her own divinity.

That she has uplifted her soul

When all belief and love

Was challenged and abused every day…..

 

It is true that

She is her own messiah,

And has taken the highest wave….

That most men were scared

To ride upon lest they should sway…..

 

It is true that

She is her own Sun,

Who has, with deliberate ease,

Hovered  through the darkest dungeon,

Dazzling it with a blinding ray…….

 

It is true that

She is her own reason,

To smile, love and be merry,

And has learnt it hard…..

That nothing can forever stay…..