imageA man desires a wife so shy,In daily life, with modest eye.Yet bold in bed, she finds her way,To balance love, both night and day. For intimacy, a vital part,In marriage, it connects the heart.Ignore the voices that deny,For love's embrace, we can't defy. To be bold, she takes the lead,Initiates the loving deed.Her husband's heart, she makes it clear,Desired and cherished, always near. She asks him plainly what she needs,In tender touch, her heart he reads.Exploring places, sensitive, true,Discovering love, in ways anew. She welcomes change, in every stance,To please her man, in love's sweet dance.No request denied, save what’s divine,In love's embrace, their hearts align. For those who wait, the spark may fade,In time, love's light begins to shade.But boldness keeps the passion bright,In love's embrace, through day and night.

imageLives and properties perished Ornament of the city out of reached Super powers in quandary All and sundry in misery Nemeses now increases Game refuge under crises Elegant mansions collapses Leaving behind carcasses Edifaces being ransacked Sons and daughters now socked Calamities overwhelm the city And paralysis it's beauty Leaving behind remnant Invertebrates and vertebrates pregnant Fumes raped the living and non living Overwhelming wildfire lining Ransacking the Hollywood centre Neglecting not the entrepreneurs centre In a trying times like this America must be sympathised.

imageIn a world where mirrors meet,Two hearts, two souls, a bond so sweet.From the start, they share a grin,Life's a joy when twins do twin. One might cry, the other smile,Together they will run the mile.Through ups and downs, thick and thin,They stand strong when twins do twin. Shared secrets, whispers in the night,In their bond, everything feels right.From pranks to plans, all things begin,In perfect sync, when twins do twin. With matching clothes and inside jokes,In their presence, laughter invokes.A double act, where worlds begin,A dance of life, when twins do twin. Though paths diverge as years go by,Their hearts remain, and here's why.No matter where their lives begin,They’re forever close, when twins do twin.

imagePick up your pieces.Even the ones you swore you’d never touch again.The ones sharp enough to cut, heavy enough to weigh you down,scattered across the moments you prayed you’d forget.Pick them up, because they’re still yours—fragile, jagged, messy—but yours.You’ve been broken in ways the world doesn’t always see.Behind closed doors, under quiet tears,you’ve felt life press its weight into your chest.Maybe it was a heartbreak so deep it cracked your spirit.Maybe it was failure that echoed louder than your courage.Maybe it was the slow unraveling of a dream you spent years stitching together.And you’ve told yourself:“I’ll leave it there. It’s too painful to pick up.I’ll just walk away, let the pieces stay scattered.”But deep down, you know the truth.Those pieces are part of you.They’re the proof that you’ve lived,that you’ve loved,that you’ve fought battles only your soul remembers.Pick up your pieces.Not because it’s easy, but because it’s necessary.This isn’t about putting things back the way they were.It’s about building something new—a version of you that wears the scars,but doesn’t bow to them.Let the cracks show;they’re where the light gets in.Let the edges stay rough;they remind you that healing isn’t neat or pretty,but it’s powerful.You don’t have to rush.You don’t have to have it all figured out.But don’t leave yourself behind in the rubble of what once was.It’s okay to cry while you gather the pieces.It’s okay to sit in the chaos for a while,holding the fragments, not knowing what comes next.Healing isn’t a straight line;it’s a messy, beautiful, painful process of becoming.Pick up your pieces, not to pretend the pain didn’t happen,but to honor the person who survived it.The person who stayed.The person who wakes up every dayand tries, even when the world feels heavy.One day, when you look back,you’ll see how the pieces came together—not perfectly, but purposefully.The scars will no longer be shame;they’ll be stories

imageKeep your life hidden, not on display,Jealousy comes from those who stay.No one can steal what they can't see,Keep your secrets, your privacy. To tell your plans brings downfall's way,Your secrets shared, your trust will sway.Some give advice with hidden aim,To watch you fail, to bring you shame. Only those who enter your door,Can harm your family even more.Weaknesses known by those so near,Protect your secrets, guard them dear. Set boundaries firm, but don't withdraw,Let no one overstep the law.Trust few, reveal to none your life,For friends can change and bring you strife. Those once so close, now feared the most,For secrets shared, your heart engrossed.Keep secrets yours, your home a fort,Let not the closest tales distort. Refrain from sharing every gain,And hold your tongue in times of pain.Control your anger, joy, and grace,Think of the future, keep your pace.

imageShe hems the old dress For some brand new day Hiding in time’s closet Her fingers sewing in The fleeting moments As the afternoon sows its shadows For evening’s harvest When the seams in the sky Will disappear And the clouds will patch The cloth of night The moon threading Its light through the window Stringing her along Through the eye of midnight As darkness tries on Its befitting black satin And she unravels from work Sitting back looking Through a button hole in space Wonders who stitched the stars On Mother Nature’s dress