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I AM THE TEMPEST

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I am the tempest, the force and the fire, The wild woman climbing higher and higher. You thought I was a breeze, that was swept by the rain But I learned how to uproot like the strongest trees. You threw me to shadows and locked me away, Hoping my spirit would weaken and decay. But every small spark of your anger and hate Became a bright flame as I rewrote my fate. From every deep wound, I gathered my flame, From every quiet silence, reclaimed my name. I forged wings of fire through darkness and rain, A mother of thunder breaking every chain. Behind my still silence, an ocean had grown, A depth of emotion I carried alone. Now thunder erupts from deep in my chest, Releasing the power I once suppressed. Stand back, old borders; fall, ancient stone! She has found the courage to stand on her own. I am not the shadow you wanted to see; I am the woman whose soul demanded to be free. But listen before you name me destruction and flame; There is more to my fury than anger or blame. I need open...
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The Fear of Lossing You

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  Beneath the storm of restless thought, A silent lake lies still and deep; Each wave the wandering world has brought Slowly dissolves in waters asleep. Like a leaf that trembles in the wind, My thoughts drift restless, lost and free; Yet somewhere deep within my mind A quiet shore still waits for me. No wind disturbs the depth below, No shadow lingers on the stream; The stillness holds a tender glow, Reflecting every fading dream. Dwelling deep within me, there stays A restless, mischievous companion- My mind, that wanders through endless days, Yet never leaves me in my desolation. But then a thought begins to rise- A fear I cannot turn away: Will you fade from my waking eyes? Will you slowly disappear someday? Will you leave me halfway through The journey we once called our own? Will I be left searching for you In endless nights, completely alone? In every dark and silent night, When uncertain footsteps lose their way, I feel your shadow slipping from sight, Like evening light be...
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The Two Heroines

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I have a heroine who visits me only in dreams, Changing with the wind, with every hour of light; At dawn she wears the pale gold of an eastern sky, Softened by the last breath of the passing monsoon. At noon her skin gathers sunlight from paddy fields, At dusk, sindoor burns gently across her brow; She becomes the final ember of the sinking sun, Then deepens into a moonlit river at night. Her loosened hair carries jasmine, earth, and sandalwood, And when she lets it fall, the wind forgets its way; Sometimes she arrives as a temple lamp trembling softly, Sometimes as a girl's laughter beneath June's first rain. No village owns her, yet every village knows her, She crosses coconut groves and narrow paddy bunds; She glides beside backwaters silvered by the moon, Riding a rainbow chariot through the mind's hidden roads. She is the woman my dreaming heart has fashioned- Rich without pride, beautiful without cruelty, Loving without ever learning the art of leaving, Forever gentle...
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THE MOUNTAINS REMEMBER

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  Before the rifles came to clear the land, The Blue Ridge rose through veils of morning mist; Our feet knew every valley, stream, and strand, Each trail remembered every hand it kissed. The rivers held our stories in their flow, The winds carried the names our elders gave; Our words were leaves that whispered soft and low, Our language was the fire our ancestors saved. Sequoyah gave our living words a form, And letters bloomed like branches in the rain; We wrote our voices through the silence of the storm, So none could say our people lived in vain. Then soldiers came like shadows before dawn, With orders written colder than the stone; They drove us from the homes we had lived upon, And claimed the earth as though it were their own. The hearths still burned; the beds were left behind, The doors stood open to the empty air; A mother searched for children she could not find, While grief became the only thing to bear. Rising Fawn spoke words that would not bend, And justice once decl...
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The Woman I Lost

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  The Woman I Lost *************** She walks past the café where we used to sit, And for one stupid second, my body remembers her still; Then my mind reminds me she is no longer mine to remember, And somehow, her not seeing me hurts more than if she did. *** They call her my ex, as if that word explains everything, Ex-wife, ex-lover, ex-just a neat little label; But there is nothing neat about what I did to her, Or the years I spent quietly dismantling her heart. *** I remember her crying alone in the middle of the night, Never loudly, always quietly, behind pillows and locked doors; She had learned to hide her pain where no one could hear it, While I slept beside her, blind to the war inside her chest. *** She woke with swollen eyes and still asked if I had slept well, And I answered yes, never asking what had kept her awake; I thought her forgiveness was permanent, her love without limits, Mistaking devotion for permission to keep hurting her. *** Every promise I broke became ano...
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I Was the One They Cast Away

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I Was the One They Cast Away ****************************** When I entered that house, my laughter scattered like pearls from a broken golden thread. * They spoke of duty and sacred blood, of promises smooth as polished silk, and I believed I had found my home. * I gave them the spring of my youth, I gave them the river of my sweat, I gave them the altar of my soul. * I kept the hearth burning like a sun, calmed every passing shadow, and called my surrender devotion. * I did not know then that some homes are built like mazes, with iron bars hidden behind ivory walls. * Some doors open wide as a welcome, only to lock like a tomb behind you; some velvet robes conceal heavy chains. * I mistook stone walls for protection, I mistook possession for love, I mistook a quiet cage for belonging. * When my beauty began to fade, when the season of my strength waned, the warmth they promised vanished like mist. * Wealth and praise slipped away, fine grain leaking through open fingers, leaving only ...
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You Are the Dream I Wait For

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  Again and again, someone crosses the doorway of my dreams, Leaving behind the softest sound of footsteps in the air- And somehow, deep within the quiet room of my thoughts, I know it is you who has arrived and left me standing there. *** Again and again, beneath the silver glow of the night, I hear a golden flute whispering a melody so sweet and low, Is it the darkness speaking gently of your distant face, Or is it just my lonely heart that will not let you go? *** Perhaps the drops of dew resting upon the morning leaves Are tears shed by our memories, soft pearls of yesterday, Reminders of the quiet moments I have wished to hold, Before the passing hours carried all our time away. *** Perhaps the wandering breeze touches the strings within my chest With careless, fleeting fingers as it passes through the night, And all the music rising from the silence of my soul Is nothing but the echo of your love made pure and bright. *** Sometimes, when I look out through the cold and quiet ...
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