Curveballs

Life has a strange way,
Throwing curveballs every day…
Moments that shift the ground we tread,
Dreams undone, or hopes misread.
 
No warning signs, no clear-cut map,
Just sudden change in a silent snap,
Plans unravel like threads of fate,
Leaving us still, to contemplate.
 
Moments shift like winds that roam,
What once felt certain turns unknown,
We stumble through what’s left unsaid,
With heavy hearts and paths we tread.
 
No scripts to read, no lines to say,
We wander through the disarray,
But even when skies are cold and grey,
We forge ahead in our own way.
 
In the quiet, something stays,
A whisper soft, a flicker, a blaze,
A loud voice inside, calm and clear,
Whispering “Just move, there’s nothing to fear.”
 
Not every road is smooth or straight,
Some are born from twist and fate,
But every scar, each tear we hide,
Becomes the fire that burns inside.
 

With every fall, we rise again,
Wiser from the ache and strain,
Each twist becomes a step we climb,
Shaping us, one beat at a time.
 
Life’s throwing curveballs every day,
Yet we’ll meet its storms, come what may,
Not with fear, but with grit that stays,
Brave enough to forge our ways.
 
 

She is a story untold!

A laugh that lingers, love that remains,
Her magic lies in gentle refrains,
Her soul is stirred by quiet dreams,
Carving through life’s rigid schemes.

She walks through shadows, calm and deep,
Treading paths where sorrows sleep,
Unshaken by the darkest night,
She holds her silence, fierce and bright.

Her dreams unspoken, secrets tight,
Yet in her chest, a growing light,
A quiet spark that starts to rise,
Reflected in her fearless eyes.

She is desire, she’s passion unframed,
A wild heart that cannot be tamed,
With every step, she lifts her gaze,
Eyes alight with endless blaze.

She is the calm, the storm, the sea,
An untamed soul, wild and free,
No chain can bind, no fear can restrain,
She is the burning fire in the rain.

A flicker born in midnight's hush,
A burning soul, a fearless rush,
Not just a flame, but roaring fire,
A spirit fed by deep desire.

She rises bold from ashes grey,
Turns every scar to golden clay,
Each hardship fuels her spark,
A beacon lit within the dark.

She is the dawn, the wave, the sky,
Boundless strength no storm can tie,
The ink of thoughts, unspoken, raw,
A truth that strikes like lightning's law.

No need for riches, crowns, or gold,
She dances fierce, defiant, bold,
Not jewels, nor praise, nor silver scroll,
But passion deep - she is the soul.

In quiet hours, she dares to dream,
To chase the tide, to cross the stream,
She Is Fire, She Is Soul, 
SHE is a story waiting to be told!!