Highway of Hope

I am on a beautiful journey. 

But then unlike the rest, this one's a handover.

Of my mother's grief paved as patience.

Of my Grandma, who waited till she reached the grave to sleep.

Of my childhood that was overtaken by the society.

And as the signal of consciousness comes across, i press forward with a leap of faith.

So my daughter(s) shall dream on a highway of hope.

Fire and Vulnerable Soul

The fire in her may not suffice to burn a city, but

A little stone cold heart, that you possess would've melt with a whisper of her melody or a prayer her rosy tongue could twist.

So, embrace her smile and hold out your heart,

May the vulnerable soul seek solace,

In her eyes that's fierce and her hands that are gentle.