wildrose

  In her haste to enjoy light; The butterfly swirled out of her cocoon Darkness was scary, it seemed like ages  "Let me push myself out, I wont live here anymore"        There were roses outside; charming and lovely        They were fragnant, and their honey delicious        Thats what she heard, but non warned about the thorns        Out she came, her eyes on a red radiant rose   Indulged in its beauty and aura Out of thirst, she yearned for the rose  To be loved, pampered and nourished  Her pain and sorrow will soon fade away        As she flew towards, she felt a pricking pain         Her wings are being pulled, and now her pretty wings torn        She is now caught among the thorns .. Fear gripped her, She cannot fly anymore... The other butteflies flying above her with pity She looked at herself; at her deform...

 Not Quite, but Silenced Written, But not Read Tasty , but Left Over Not Aloof, but Rejected  Beautiful, But no Beholder Cheerful, But no Display Written, But not Read  Dreamer, But not Projected Singing, But no Song  Lovable, But no Lover Loving, But Hated  Honest, But Cheated  Fruitful but not Busy What I am is What I am  What I am not , Is I am to the world.

I am withering, Bees don't swarm me anymore, My aura and colors fading.. I am about to die, why did you pluck me? I was on a parched and waste land... But I had roots for my aid, Leaves and wind to support You stuffed me in this vase, beautiful Only for the eyes of the beholder Inside it is dark, lonely and stark.. I am thirsty, my soul yearns.. Quench my thirst, lest i die...

 He called me mom... Another called me love.. Applause, praises and cheers I was basked in glory... But they feared the world Their hearts were full, but mouths shut None abandoned their pride To make me their someone or own..

I met gods yesterday They were hungry, thirsty and weary No bounding spell, glory or glow It was on the fiery sands of wilderness I met them, lost their path and compass Their stare could pierce my soul Naked, oozing blisters on their soles No they are not humans, not even aliens They were Gods, for truth tore me They did or died, while I still Waited for the better or best.

Let the queen in you arise  Build your own empire  with every stone aimed at you May your hands always be giving and may your legs be like one of the deers, swift and bounding Not like the crow, bragging, and babbling but like an eagle soaring, and conquering May your barns be abundant and baskets full To meet drought and need that may arise Let your smile be the radiance, patience your virtue Silence be your gold and goodness your wealth Arise you, woman... rise from your fall Let your light shine; the world is waiting... Happy Women's Day