Sun-kissed Ink

A slender Pen in hand A snowy crisp Blank page... A dainty wrist lay across the sheet With a nervous tapping of feet. The page awaited to be filled, With the recent chain of events The heart wrenching moments The judgemental comments. But hesitant pen feared, For what's once put down Cannot be undone. Written woes begets more grief. But the page wasn't convinced It started to flip adamantly As if yearning and throbbing In an effort to graze the pen. The pen bound by duty Weighed down by courtesy Stopped midway in a turmoil of thoughts She grasped the pen With a confident stride Landed on the page And wrote "The End" And that...was a new beginning For it was the end of being judged by others Be the pen who puts an end to being bullied Be the page who fights to embrace change.

A real woman does not remain confined in a treasure box but lies above it...she is priceless!

K iss me and I gnite the fire in my S oul wildly to S tir up the passion.

A stroke of luck is painted by someone, Who wishes the best for you. A coin of luck is left by someone, Who firmly believes in you. Lucky is the one, who finds that someone.                               🍀☘🍀

My wish, Instead of bringing down each other, Let's help each other With renewed endeavour, To climb the progress ladder And taste the elixir of success together. My wish, To have the capacity To give every community The gift of equal opportunity I order to build unity. My wish, To value all the hardship endured To have our Freedom assured. To remember the sacrifices ensued, For a better Future secured. My wish, To polish this jewel Of an island, So that it becomes a marvel To be remembered hand in hand.

Drowned in music, Swam in lyrics, Splashed with beats, Floated along the rhythms, And reached ashore relaxed.

She saw a glow afar...she treaded forwards. Yes! There it was... A door! Finally...an opportunity,  A way to break free,                    A new horizon,                              Another milestone.  Her steps became faster and her heart pounded heavily on her chest. reaching the threshold she stumbled to a halt as she gazed what lay in front. The distance from one side of the door to the other can be a mere footstep like it can be a whole journey. She peered... She could discern a soft light with dancing shadows as if beckoning her to approach them.  she lifted her skirt daintily took a step forward.Suddenly she became conscious of her gown studded with stones weighing her down... Did i just run along the full length of a corridor in this gown?? she muttered . She took a step forward....