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My grandmother's dupatta smells of jasmine
She shares stories about her golden days under the bright sun
Her contagious laughter brings memories of happy times
We lose track of time
Our Kashmiri chai cools down
She’s the perfect girl
Beautiful, Smart, and Kind
Can get pretty irresistible at times
I just need some time
To pray to the lord
To make this soul so divine
I’m bored at home
My Angel
She’s the perfect woman
I just need some time
To pray to the lord
To make this soul so divine
Love is everywhere
It hides in coffee cups
Stained with two lipstick colors
Stows away in the trunk
During car rides home
Creeps up to your ear
Every birthday of the past, held anticipation of simply being an older age
Day by day wondering of the woman I would grow up to be
I grow by the second knowing that the now brings out the best in me
She laid snugly in her bed
as if she had nothing to do.
She peered out her glass window
Loving is listening-
every way you move converts my eyes to indescribable glistening.
You never take for granted or advantage of the effort,
when life gets tough, you are always there as my comfort.
Open your door, and walk outside.The cool breeze running it's oxygenized fingers through my strong blonde hair.There's no need for negativity at a time like this.
we never realize
how quickly
everything can change
we can think we have it all
and its taken away
in the blink of an eye
volleyball
kept my world together
i jumped up
To me, family is everything.
If it wasn't for them,
I would have accomplished not one thing;
such as getting through Chem.
Or handling tough situations,
when I didn't know what to do.
To me, family is everything.
If it wasn't for them,
I would have accomplished not one thing;
such as getting through Chem.
Or handling tough situations,
when I didn't know what to do.
My mother is a tree
The center of nature a gift from the creator
she radiated oxygen through her lungs
her photosynthesis produced a life
she was so breath taking.
Sometimes I wonder
If this daydream will ever end
Will I ever wake up from this endless nightmare
Will the torture cease to haunt me
And wake me in my sleep
A life spent in a dream
Leafs leave in the winter
and return in the spring.
Like how the elderly pass
and babies are born.
we laugh, live, and learn.
boys and girls play,
clothes are torn.
Then we feel a lovers burn
I smell the burning image of heartsThis day I watch everyone walkA line, into perfection of solitudeI never knew feelings of Ice and Tea
My past
is just that - my past.
I have moved on
at last.
I cannot forget.
I want to forgive.
My past
is just that - my past.
The present
She caught me when I fell.
She saved me from my own hell.
She carried me when I couldn't walk;
She gave me light when I saw only dark.
Behind her back I would see wings;
I bleed the riddles
within the lines,
within the stanzas
So much so that I need the words of nourishment
to give me lively breaths
and keep the muscle in my chest movin
The National Musuem of African Art
is filled with beautiful art from historical moments in time
and indigenous native tribes
but one vase in-particular caught my eye
an elegant piece of tribal art
