Stormy


She is a storm.  Unleashed; empowered.  She knows her worth and yields it with abandon. Her power is her presence. Her gaze makes men go weak and women hunger for something unnamed.

She walks through life with a tempest on the tip of her tongue.  Her hair is the stormy sea; her eyes, a squall.

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Warrior


Please enjoy this amazing poem by my friend Megha. She’s a very talented young woman.

Megha's World

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One day I’ll be ready for you
Bathed in the moonlight
fragrant by lilies
sweetened by the nectar
hidden by the bees
I’ll ready for you
I will wash all my scars and sin
and scrape all the marks
of the sin, I’m bearing
will scrub all the pain
angst anger and the regret
I’m hiding beneath

One day I will be
brighter than the moonlight
so supple and so delicate
will
be my skin
the mere thought of your
lustful desires
will leave the wrinkles
therein

My tongue will forget
all the sinful verses
and the
thought of a sullen mouth
will be an idea
long forgotten

But, Hey! my love
before that day
comes on the horizon
and breaks the illusion

I’ll stand here
naked to the moment
wearing all my scars
as my victory marks
adorned with all my
hurtful memories
bedazzled in the
unforgetful sun

I’ll cry a…

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U – Unseen


warrior

U – Unseen

Head up, shoulders back.

The water is a bitter drink, the air, like daggers tear at her heart.

She pushes back; those unseen dragons weigh heavily.

She has the resolve of the Ancients.  Her battle will forge the way.

Her daughter and her daughter after that will also chase the darkness.