She carries a past painted with murals of adversity,
She treads towards a future adorned with jewels of potential and prosperity,
She upholds responsibilities with dignified clarity,
A consolidation of the contributions of those transcended,
A goddess embodied; who leaves even broken hearts mended,
Her generosity embarks on a triumph unfolding.

Boundless is the darkness that blankets our consciousness,
Infinite is our desire which lies hidden in our whispers,
Empty are our hearts at sunrise,
A forsaken encounter for memories unified.

we each walk our paths, many did not find theirs
rushing here and there, heeding voices and examples
the company of others comforting but void
and without you becoming the whole is marred

Self-love is a zone prohibiting the entrances of painful solitude state and inferiority complex.

© Spriha Kant

The broken tape cassette
playing jazz to the beep on loop
running around the roulette
my soul  hanging around by a single droop

My soul won't let me give up
my mind will continue to deceive
love, I ruin, I wreak
till there's nothing to receive
water's reached my neck.

In the deep waters of solitude
I'm wet, oh I fret!
absolution I don't deserve
the time would linger
It's the nature of the sentence I serve.

To my bewilderment,
there's nothing too clear!
An ambiguous state
result of errors since antiquity.

The man can't speak anymore
for he has got
nothing to say
nobody to pray
down, down he lay

You struck a chord the moment you entered the vicinity,
Captivating all that crossed your path,
The stride in your step coupled with the pride held in your respects,
Unified by the reverberance of your allure enchanted most,
She was not fooled by the glee celebrated by the free,
Naïve she once was only to awaken to the taunts of the mistaken,
She exits from all viewpoints,  
Holding a guarded heart with precarious intent.

It was a somber retreat that walk home,
The streetlights beckoned her every step,
A haze of doubt and suspicion lingered in every corner,
Guilt climbed her spine and caused her to shudder and pine,
An endless agony of mistakes foregone,
Perched upon the darkened doorstep she now steadies herself,
Bracing the confession afoul.

Aimlessly the wind blows carrying the cloth across the seasons,
Soiled was its surface that was cleansed with the nectar of redemption,
Clean is its slate that's used as we enter the new age,
A welcome opportunity of rebirth and renewal,
Draped on the line basking in warmth and rays,
It dries with promise of better days.