Beneath the earth
   Things grow and turn

Beneath the dirt
     Wealth glows and burns

Beneath the skin
       Beauty shows and churns

Beneath the whim
         Greed forever yearns

Beneath the sky
           Trust mends and earns

Beneath the why
             Answers hold and learn

Beneath the thoughts
               Actions live wild and firm

Beneath the highs
                 Love does survive

Beneath the truth
                   You shall arrive

Beneath the fruit
                     Life redefines

Beneath the lie
                       None can deny

Beneath your roots
                         There you will lie

The weather may change,
So may the ages of time.
The lack of constant,
Is the nature of life.

The thought of art
is a wonderful start—
to explore yourself,
your impactful part.

The thought of art
is a wonderful start—
to believe your truth,
your dreams, your heart.

The thought of art
is a wonderful start—
to show, to lure,
to grow, be pure.

The thought of art
has a meaningful part—
to show the world
your love, your heart.

The thought of art
captivates your heart
and makes one wonder—
Is this the end, or just the start?

Today is my birthday.
In the last 15 years,
I got married twice,
Divorced once,
Gave birth to three kids,
Started two businesses,
Shifted to two cities.

Broke my knee once,
Mended it twice.
Published a book,
Traveled a lot,
Learned a lot,
Cried a lot,
Laughed a lot.

I taught,
And I talked.
Understood love,
Drowned in self-doubt,
Learned to be proud.

Had a lot of hair fall,
Found the courage to stand up tall.

So, today is my birthday.
In the past 15 years,
I understood age is just a number.
I am still that 15-year-old,
Wondering what adventure
Is in store for the next round.

Conspire to inspire,
Inspire to admire,
Admire to aspire,
Aspire to set fire
To your demons
That conspire.

It has been 34 years;
Another 30 would pass in a wink.
Do I want it to be the same,
Or do I want to rethink?

How do I change something
That refuses to rearrange?
How do I make my heart lighter?
How do I be the change?

Expecting the world around me
To be as my mind pleases,
Seems like a battle that should never
Have been commenced.

Only if I could train my heart,
Then all my worries that
Seemed like worries
Would vanish without a thought.

How do I change a pattern
That has lasted all these years?
How do I find who loves me
And takes away all my fears?

He got up one morning
All charged up for the day
A long to-do list
And passion on his mind lay

A belief in his talents
Strong in his ways
To capture the world
To provide value that pays

To reach the stars was his aim
Work hard he did, never lay
His time was too precious
Successful he was, some may say

He thought the world needed him
Things would not work night and day
There were very few
To take his place in a way

But the world has its course
Its plan, its surreal own ways
Things bound to happen
Will happen anyway

The stars will shift
The oceans will drift
The air will greet
The sun will beat

The things bound to happen
Will happen anyway.