They called her wild
because she would not shrink
to fit the narrow rooms
built by fear.
They called her dangerous
because she remembered
what the world tried to make her forget:
that a soul, once awakened,
does not ask permission to live.
Disobedience Innocent and singing like a happy budLike a beautiful lotus growing in the mudLiving life through rose colored glassesSinging
If you unravel the yarn too fast, you’ll end up tying your mind in knots. The threads of fate remember
We spend our lives chasing the loud thingsthe applause, the milestones, the glittering rings.We run toward horizons with our arms
She looks to others for her reflectionBut she sees only unfeeling masksHer suffering her pain unseenHer spirit dimmed only echoes
Chaos is the beginningThe Shapeless before the formThe Creation formed in a stormA cacophony that transforms A hope that flickers
They built in silence thread by Thread A storm of fury ticking beneath their bed Not out of hatred but
What is beauty? more than a face Not just a golden ratio, symmetry and grace Beauty is aiming high then
Human Nature – A Dance of Duality I am separate and absolute, Scared but resolute, Finite yet infinite, broken but
Life is a River Life is a river joyous and free, Full of adventure vivre and glee, Rippling and crashing
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