As the final sliver of the sun slips under the horizon’s edge, my shadow stretches out, a lone silhouette amidst the dunes
In the Heart of the Sunset: A Portrait of Serenity, Upon the broad and sun-touched lea, where sky and land conspire, Stands a maiden, fair and free
Blossoms and Bones: A Ballad, In the chamber of obscurity lies a maiden fair, Crowned with petals of ebon and ivory in her raven hair, Her eyes, quiet lakes of surrender, cloaked beneath their lid, A silent ballad of strength, her poignant tale hid.
Duality in Contrast, In the heart of the digital canvas, there dwelt a woman sculpted in lines of ethereal beauty,
She stands in the garden, Bold and beautiful, A rose in a sea of green.
Fresh dew drops glisten on emerald blades, As fragrant blooms paint the countryside in shades.
In the tapestry of life, a vibrant weave, A world of colors, our hearts conceive, Threads of moments, both bright and pale, Our open minds, a vast cosmic trail.
Radiant with bright color, a canvas so alive, A world of beauty painted in front of my eyes. Flowers of every hue
Holi is considered as one of the most revered and celebrated festivals of India and it is celebrated in almost every part of the country.
“The strongest actions for a woman is to love herself, be herself and shine amongst those who never believed she could.” I’m a strong woman because I…
International Women’s Day. my mom was a women too! She was accomplished, college-educated and in the 40’s and 50’s that wasn’t something that most men liked.
Having indecision often kills any possibility for advancement. Do I want it or don’t? Going to reach for it? Or just sit back? Indecision sets in while I do a little more pondering.