Tuesday, April 24, 2018

A Note to Her

A Girl, A Woman is as equal as to a Boy or a Man.  They are very strong proven in every aspect. It’s sad to see them forced to make believe they are a weakling in the society we live in. It’s in the equal spirit that is a Blessing she smiles and stays strong even when things go bad or in state of mental hurting. She has the spirit to give life with destiny carried in her womb for a Blessed 9 months and give breath to a new life with a smile and Sacrament Love.

She can make it though all dreams to come true to become a spirited Astronaut, a Mother to spread the word of peace, a Sister to smile and speak of peace for her wrong doers and all who are have and will always be an inspiration to me.

‘The path from dreams to success does exist. May you have the vision to find it, the courage to get on to it, and the perseverance to follow it. Wishing you a great journey.’ – Kalpana Chawla

‘It is not how much we do, but how much love we put in the doing. It is not how much we give, but how much love we put in the giving.’ - Mother Teresa

‘There are two powers in the world; one is the sword and the other is the pen. There is a third power stronger than both, that of women.’ – Malala Yousafzai

She has the right to do the same equal things and it’s sad to see cases of death due to dowry or some monetary scrap need. A Girl, A Woman and Her Spirit can be bought or sold only with Love and Peace and not Dowry.


Saturday, April 21, 2018

Her




This poem is dedicated to Asifa and for all victims of harassment and abuse. For World Peace.  Ave Maria.

A quiet empty street,
Her precious breath’s a song...
The pigeon finds Heaven’s fleet,
Her orchestral eyes rhyme along....

Her eyes are a sacrament blessing,
She smiles precious to the sky....
A star is the moon’s kissing,
Her eyes sleep in a porcelain cry...

Waiting for the moon to smile,
She looks up to the sleeping star...
The street lamps lights paint a mile,
A chime to rhyme Heaven a par...

Her Breath is a Choir Note,
Dreams breathe in a silent register...
A gale rhymes a poem float,
She sings in a Heaven’s Melodic whisper...