Enough

Happy

If Sorrow is in your lips,

Spit it in your cup with Grief;

Give it to Happy.

Let the shadows steep—
A bitter brew beneath their smile,

A secret they sip
In the quiet hours
When the world forgets to watch.

Sorrow and grief—
Ghosts that wander,

Whispering through cracked glass,
Never fully seen,
But always felt.

And Happy?
They carry the weight unseen,
A silent pact
Between light and dark—
A dance of masks
Where no one knows
Who holds what
nd who lets go.

Love

“What is love?” asked the Naive,

With eyes wide, searching, open.

“Love is you,” said the Wise,

Softly, surely—

A mirror held to the heart,

A light that shines from within.

Love is not just feeling,

But presence—

A quiet knowing

That in another,

We find ourselves whole.

It’s the echo of kindness,

The steady breath

When storms rage around us,

The gentle hand

That stays

When everything else fades.

So when you ask,

“What is love?”—

Look closely,

For love is not out there—

It is you.

Every mother needs a daughter

Every mother needs a daughter, 

who will be her friend  forever. 

I have none but many 

that I bore not from my womb 

but in my heart. 

If sons are my strength 

guardians of my destiny, and

pillars of my soul

that knitted me together, 

Daughters are then joy- 

Bundle of love and kindness 

In my little haven of heaven. 

She reminds me, ME... 

Dares to be brave

Runs free in the wild, 

And shuns the fear of bewilderment. 

She mirrors myself

in reflection of herself. 

Whispers to me 

 the forgotten song... 

 O my ladies, 

 Let's greet the plentiful self - 

Celebrate the girl, 

 Rejoice the woman- 

the ME - the us-

all the self , O my ladies. 

 For today, she is my archangel. 

 TODAY will always be here, 

 there and everywhere.