Womenhood

In the heart of the village, her presence shines,

A beacon of hope, a thread that binds.

She walks with grace, her spirit bright,

A woman leader, a guiding light.

With wisdom deep and eyes that see,

She nurtures dreams, sets spirits free.

In her hands, the map of change,

A multitasker, she rearranges.

From dawn till dusk, she wears many hats,

Balancing roles, breaking through the stats.

A mother, a sister, a friend so dear,

In her embrace, there's warmth and cheer.

She weaves connections, like threads in a loom,

Building bridges, dispelling gloom.

In the fabric of community, she's a maker,

A force of nature, a peace awakener.

In her laughter, echoes resilience,

In her silence, echoes brilliance.

For she carries the stories, the hopes, the fears,

Through trials and triumphs, through the years.

Here's to the women, strong and wise,

Who paint the world with vibrant dyes.

In their strength, we find our grace,

In their love, we find our place.

The womenhood, let us stand tall,

For they are the heartbeat, the soul of all.

In their light, may we forever bask,

For in their presence, we unmask. 

SHALLOW SHADOW

 Oh, let me spin a yarn of great delight,

About a world where things are just so right.

In a land where fairness always prevails,

And she prove herself, as the story entails.

Why, oh why, must she prove her worth?

In this enlightened age, a land of mirth.

A realm where equality supposedly reigns,

Yet she must dance in society's chains.

She, a creature of immense grace,

Must prove her mettle in every space.

For in this world, so just and fair,

Her skills and talents need constant declare.

Oh, the joy of proving, again and again,

That she's just as good as any man.

In a world where equality's the norm,

She must navigate the relentless storm.

"Why, oh why," she wonders in dismay,

As she battles stereotypes day by day.

In this sarcastic ode, let's raise a toast,

To a world where proving is what matters most.

For she, a marvel of wit and might,

Must validate herself, terms of bright Shallow.

In this cosmic comedy, indeed is cold and shadow,

Proving herself is the eternal need.

So here's to the skeptics, the doubters, the crowd,

Who watch her journey, sometimes unbowed.

In this sarcastic verse, a truth unfurls,

That in proving herself, she conquers the world.

Critical imagination

Imagine a simple situation where there is so much inside a speaker to say and express; while he lack the perfect set of audience to listen. And This time the task listening isn't only the listening, it's actually the phenomenon to understand how actually the speaker has been suffering inside the shabby debate of emotion vs intelligence.

Then imagine another situation where the speaker indeed has a good volume of listeners; but he already knows none of the audience is actually listening. Rather this time the audience find the speaker audible because they lack entertainment in their life. Focus on another imaginary situation, This time speaker got his audience who are willing to read what's inside him. They do understand everything. Yet, both can't help each other because of a helplessness.

Often the relationship between the speaker and the audience remains complicated through a thin line of oppioniated criticism. Now imagine, there was no imagine from the very beginning. It was just the modesty of a crucial relationship between types of listener to a speaker!

In the last imagination, speaker yells;

How you see me could be fun'

Fact i face things; well yes m alone!

No glimpse of pain, no clue how frown?

The peaceful tragedy, stabbing me down.

Underneath the covers of smile; Beneath the howl of laughter,

Yeah! I successfully survived in their eyes as cool gangster!!

Under his imagination, he offers his audience a phrase with a smile- "If only letting go is easy, there are so many things i would have let gone without a sigh!"

UnAbandoned (moving forward)

If life is the faith, from when i have continued to live with!

I want to remain Faithful towards the end.😇

(People may laugh, but it took so long to find this confidence back)

Yes life went to the scarcity; Scarcity of living and loving¡?¡

And it flaunted me with a phrase; To survive.

Even if i will be hindered in-between

My heart urges, "Let's dive in; either completely over or you have a big win"

Uneasy sometimes, but still playing cool!

Chill my mind manage the balance- ' it's not the first time, you fool'

Keep going! Keep doing! Keep reminding!

That's all you need! It's a chain Don't break it "in-between"

It's way to sarcastic to elaborate'

To this point: i  have longed for compliment rather than the compromise. 

No more bargain, no more profit or even the losses!

I want to swing realistic, imperfect and ongoing... 

Till and towards the last!

Abandonment

ABANDONMENT

Never had I dreamed to travel so far...

Never could I imagine, your celebrations at par...

Without me; this precious!  

Without me, your charm filled with ARMOUR!!!

For some luxury, For little power POWER

I was banished to Thou's Abandonment.

Nor did I Lie: Nor did I die...

I believe soon my journey would END, 

Yet promise to wait, And the DAY will come

thy your regrets!  thy your loss!

Leading thou towards my day...

I promise to wait, And the DAY will come..

Day would be me, underneath the coffin,

And you will be my observer, peaceful into the sleep!

you will see me carefree and relaxed; from the moment, from the sound.

Your tears might roll out. Yet, I will abandon you, the way you abandoned me.

Romance as eternal Monarch

Obliged to monarch; 

where romance finds the passion!

May these lanterns enlighten your way towards the one! 

Surely it would be the journey with trails and errors.

If lust ever meets you, teach it to love!

If love ever finds you, cherish with life!!!

The more you love, the more it flames,

It's no fire;yet it blames!

Blames the uncertainty and the lies;

It will hurt. It will pain.

Unless you love. Just don't deny.

You may win... You may lose...

Trust your heart, until you meet

 'Romance as eternal Monarch'.

Dear BUTTERFLY

I readout somewhere, "while BUTTERFLY in one hand seems delicate; on the other it symbolizes depth and power." I felt funny reading the line, at that point. And for a person who is  rough edge hopeless spoiled personality, it would obviously not go with the flow. I won't deny that somewhere inside I was dead with lack of hopes and motivation. I also accept I was lacking the determination and inspiration for anything new in life along the personality issues. 

Yes, my life wasn't going interesting or any adventures unless you entered. I bet neither you nor I have this first proper impression over each other. Seriously I find you so annoying with that cold arrogant look of yours. Thanks to those opportunity and compulsive situations that made us meet more; while it even helped us to create many more impressions. I can just imagine what stuff are running crossing your mind while reading this😅. I realized my judgemental opinion towards you gradually transforming from the arrogant larva to delicate butterfly. Of course I only got the meaning of "while BUTTERFLY in one hand seems delicate; on the other it symbolizes depth and power" after getting along with you. You looked arrogant yet you were delicate; you were delicate yet you always drove me deep. I know I Am going to complicate this but trust me I won't regret this complication. 

After loosing the determination, motivation, hopes and compassion for anything new may be you were the U-turn that diverted me towards the passion. I won't mind saying the irritating larva to my eye had transformed into a butterfly which was inspiring me with a passion to glow and grow. Dear BUTTERFLY! you brought me this sensation of warmth and filled me with energies all over. It does sound dramatic but I have realized many magical moments being around with you. I don't want to idolize you as an angel watching over me. The flames of passion to dream from you vs the feeling of jealousy to see you around anybody else vs satisfaction of finding you around I always felt as if am struggling my soul again and again; and I don't find any other words to express it.

Dear Butterfly'! Without letting you know, " you have been this impulsive nature of mine still I adore you from my heart and soul. Every single time you have passed by I have struggled to keep myself calm and controlled by not letting out the hearts expression over my face. I feel like my belly full of butterflies cuddling and dancing from inside. But the best part of these struggles are those surprising encounters of ours. Trust me your face can't lie or may I say i wish I could surprise you more occasionally😉." It sounds like a cheesy chemistry but no you have always belonged to me as my secret romance. The romance that I never expressed; rather deep down my heart always cherished. 

Out of all the chemistries, I choose you to be  My BUTTERFLY. BUTTERFLY, that has guided me towards the journey of practical dreams that I want to achieve. Since you are the cause and effect for my passion and hope, I wish to save you in my short stories as a secret influencer. Dear influencer, I do accept I have a secret BUTTERFLY and that's you... The one that have gone through all my lines.

Thank you!!!