The goddess looks breathtaking
In her red saree, an emblem of marriage.
Her skin is soft to touch,
Yet she carries a heavy sword in her hands.
The goddess looks serene and calm,
Only that she is about to **** the darkness of demons who are awaiting their freedom.
The goddess wears Kohl in her eyes,
Only to smudge it with her tears.
As she wins the battles plunging the heart out of evil.
The goddess is a mother, she wears red bangles, a colour for both womanhood and rage,
Intertwined and interconnected since the beginning of time.
The Goddess has given birth to her children
with great pains and no agony can beat her strength.
As Devi would not hesitate to become a bloodthirsty Kali
To protect her children.
Divine femininity I bow to you.
Men can only know the power of violence,
But Devi knows the power of love,
How in times of war, it can be our biggest weapon.
Fueled by the energy to **** not out of hatred or Revenge,
But love that led a Mother to pick up arms
So she could protect us all
from the evil that harbours within.
Devi is divine feminine and I bow to her.
She has been created from the strength of all mothers and sisters and daughters.
She tells us the ancient tale of
how women always have had the hidden strength
To leave trails of destruction, only when forced.
Devi does not bleed every month only to be scared of the blood of
evil rakshasas on her hand.
The goddess will happily drink it
And decorate her hands with the demon's blood,
Spreading it on her fingers like red henna.
Devi looks focused, almost peaceful as she kills Mahishasur.
She doesn't want the glory of power.
Her only truth is love.
Even in the heat of battle, Devi's beauty shines through.
Divine Feminine, I bow to you.

You don’t know when the bullet is gonna blow
and when the trigger gets pulled,

I don’t care which way the barrel is pointed,
I don’t care which way the bullet goes.

He opened the door and I walked in,
the air was intense already
heavy and thick
laced with all the things
we were both feeling

and I almost couldn’t breathe

I was nervous, yet calm
it was the seventh time we would meet
my body was tantalizing
but my heartbeat slow and steady

Until then, we had touched briefly
he never went straight for the ****
and neither did I

Anticipating and building
a momentum
shared already in dreams

We had talked about it,
shared our needs
discussed all of our desires
and how we would like to feel

Mind-fuckīng
at best
exactly as it is supposed to be

He had cooked for me
a fine dining once again
but this time made from his own hands

As if he knew precisely
what I am into
the level of life I like
and it smelled almost as amazing
as he did

He showed me around
indulged me in his taste
for another round of perfection

We headed for the kitchen
he grabbed a second glass
to pour in some wine
as I reached for the bottle next to him

My arm grazed his side
and we exchanged a look
we both instantly deciphered

Before I knew
I was up on the counter
with him between my thighs
who needs dinner
when we can have a full course
with an exotic palate to explore

It was more than desire
lust or want
it was roaring
down from the deepest parts

And I was lost
in this perfect combination
of high-end while downright *****
ready to bend in ways
I didn’t know I could yet

And man,
we went to heaven
and back
as he lifted me with one hand
from the table, couch
up against the wall
and into his bed

Looking down on him
with his body between my legs
it must have been
one of the most sensational
pictures I have captured yet

My hands on his chest
thinking he is sculpted as a God
as we locked eyes
and I moved as the waters
waves crashing on the sand

Until I heard my name escape
depart from the shoreline
of his lips against mine
hands above his head
my fingers entwined
as we both let go our release
perfectly at the same time

Dinner was served
and dessert in its finest class
both fresh out of breath
we looked at each other
our eyes laughed
as he pulled me onto his chest

And he said
“I’ve never had the pleasure before
of meeting a Goddess,
let alone having her in my bed.”

Every once in a while I see you sitting on a branch

The beautiful nightingale in its form

Always singing exquisitely beautiful songs

Why the mind never stop seeking

To which frequency it belongs



With absolute stillness, there is able to find

The music that plays, is made to hide

Verses that cannot put into words

What the galaxies describe



With a universal language

If one listens, can unwind

The wool of what is spun

Structured and wired

In the most delicate way

From the beginning to every gentle laced hum



Now fly away again; with all of the harmony lifting notes you sung



My love, for I will follow the thread

As far as there is no more

Untill I can feel the wind move between the feathers

And the beauty of true love sounds embraces my hearts warmth

“'Sweetheart, stop running around
breaking hearts and start healing hearts.”

“Only then you can heal yours.”

It has been a while in time

-—However not out of reach

I was trying to climb highs

-—I’d dared not before dream


The whisper that followed

-—My every step into more sorrow

Softening with thy gentle hum

-—The less of the hollow I become


Not in view but within my range

-—I’ve settled a life within a place

Stiller, the quieter, the strange

-—A hymn has me filled my gaze


Covering the eyes, I have them closed

-—For it’s in the heartbeat, ye old drum

The beat swung with wings that started to sing

—I thought I recognized the song


Laying still, bathed, I bask in your suns

—-I absorb thy lights and the winds blow in my back

All so I can let them move me as one