Beneath the shade where wildflowers softly sleep.

I found a shelf where time forgot to flee

Old pages wept with tales they couldn't keep.

And one spoke low. She once sat here with me.

Her name still lingers in a penciled line.

A tulip pressed between two fading leaves.

I touched the ink as though her hand met mine

And felt her soul in every word that grieves

Beneath the dusk, with roses in my hand,

I waited where the quiet breezes land.

She came, her eyes, like twilight, full of ache,

No joy upon her lips for love to take.

I hid the tokens of a planned delight, For all she sought was warmth in fading light.

I pressed her close and asked what grief might be

She sighed, "Dear love, thou dream'st too much of me."

She is a teacher, she is a guide,
A doctor, a pilot, with strength and pride.

She reaches the stars, she touches the sky,
No dream too big, no goal too high.

She leads, she builds, she loves, she fights,
A force of power, a source of light.

Happy International Women's Day!

If she loves you, she'll hold you close,
Pray for you when no one knows.

If she doesn’t, she’ll let you go,
Like a stick a blind man throws.

Not society, not our kin,
We'd fight and win, through thick and thin.

But love’s not war, nor won by might,
When chemistry fades, so does the light.

i set you free,
free from my love
free from my care
now go where you feel free

watered you too much,
loved you too much
and when i cared a little
you hurt me in way a such!!

I cry remembering you, I smile remembering you,
Sometimes in my tears, sometimes in my laughter,
the echo of your presence still lives within me I cry for the moments I lost,
the ones that will forever live only in my memories I smile after losing you,
because even pain has now become a habit.