The Weaving of Wants [...every thread holds a story]

I might be with a child, she murmured delightedly

Easing out of the emperor's robust embrace warmly

Not sure what her sudden illness meant in a castle

She thought wasn't just her footstool but a vessel

 

She had pictured and assumed the title of an empress

A burden she never imagined would make her acquiesce

To her servant's inconceivable advice to spirit away

The only known heir to an emerging empire on display

 

Fate guided her path to an unbothered committed bachelor

Whose principal intention was merely to be her counsellor

An unsavoury choice she made in a hurried bid to thrive

Where she sought solace just as a bee resting in its hive

 

Her reluctant host inevitably became a person of interest

A quiet man pulled into her orbit against his old precept

An unbowed soul whose light faltered before her presence

And in that shift, their fates synchronised in resonance

 

Like a leaf in creation, their utmost passions sprout out

Undoing the reason that once made them distant and devout

A dramatic turn of events that roused the faintest notion

Where the seed of emotional bond begins its sacred motion

 

What was mistaken for a chance emerged as a divine blessing

A trial forged in silence, now has a warm heart confessing

An undying love, born of hope and honed by seamless grace

Whispering a shift in destiny as it moves to take its place

Dedicated To Everyone:

Follow the thread toward what you seek, and let your deepest yearnings take form.

Who Are You Angry At?

Who enflamed the blaze behind your gaze?  

Was it my opinion or your draining days?

You throw your wrath like shards of glass

But I'm the friend who tends to your scars

I spoke heartily when silence felt unjust  

I raised my voice in solidarity and trust

You asked me to stay out of all your fight 

I withdrew so you could use all your might

 

Now your sorrows wear a borrowed face

Yet I am the mask you berate and deface 

I am not the cause of your aching wound

Nor am I the threads that fate had tuned

 

I miss the real you everyone used to know 

Before your world turned into ice and snow

You were the hub of joy, the light, the flame

Now everything feels like bowing to shame 

 

You admit that I drown you with my peace

That my words make your suffering cease 

I am not the tide that is pulling you down  

Nor am I a cloak disguised as a real gown

 

Who are you angry at, my gracious friend?  

Is it me who spoke the truth until the end?

Or the forked tongue, but with a false face?

So think before you choose who to replace

Dedicated To Everyone:

Who has ever lost the shoulder they once leaned on, the face they once trusted without question, the friend who felt like family, and the place that once felt like home.

mi reina [...a paragon of beauty]

You are a beam of hope and light in a heart mired in sorrow 

A day without a thought of you is an echo in the dimmest shadow

You have proven yourself a million times as a symbol of divine love

A sign that you were divinely chosen and sent to earth from above

I seek your divine and warm embrace with passion of certainty

I promise to adore you from this moment till the end of eternity

Your whisper is the surest nudge I need to roost in your nest

A miracle you alone can give a heart in need of a peaceful rest

I know doubt resides in your heart and it does with great cause

We have come too far to let trepidation overshadow our essence

I shall satisfy your life with endless streams of joy and harmony

And I solemnly vow to meet your needs and other expectations

I humbly request a permanent residency in your imperial heart

That I may resume my eternal duties for its care and support

As the absence of my care could make it grow weary and lonely

So that I may show you true peace and my unmatched loyalty

My heart is overjoyed to seek out your love in this fashion

As we strive to rise above the ashes of fear and utter confusion

Where our love for us is the only balm we need to keep us devoted

As you and I are ready to bound together by our shared principles

Dedicated To:

Women Who Have Won Their Men's Hearts

Marital Remnants [...Crumbs That Look Crunchy]

She was a believer until reality jolted her out of her reverie

She was sleepwalking in the endless when she bumped into you

She thought dreams were meaningless until she dared to dream

She was unsure about what it meant until you gave her a hint

 

He thought your reception had ensured him a place in your abode

He thought his coronation had earned him the kingship in your empire

He thought your interest in his future would make him yours

He thought your resistance was a test to keep him fighting

 

Your proposal was tempting but it was not what she bargained for

Your denials stripped her of her right to residency in your heart

Your act of diplomacy was a ruse in order to manipulate her

Your constant rejections almost made her unworthy of love

 

The emotional pains he endured drained him of his faith in love

Your love résumé was great but your agenda ruined your chances

You had the freedom to explore his life but you chose to exploit him

He thought he made it into your dreams just as you made it into his

 

It is true life goes on but the memories are forever imprinted

It is obvious you could care less but your reputation precedes you

Your heart is turbulent and nobody wants to experience it.

A slice of bread is good but a lifetime meal supersedes a leftover.

Dedicated To Everyone

Just like the ocean, there is surface and depth in all of us.

Intimate Expectations [...They Swing Both Ways]

I am not a wrestler, but my take-down is smooth and cerebral

I don't have claws like a lion, but I will pin you down and feast

I am not a pilot, but my flight to Cloud Nine is a one-way ticket

I am not familiar with your time zone, but my ride takes time

I know you like fruits, but my nuts are way tastier and better

I am not a hunter, but my appetite for your steak is unquenchable

I am not a solar system, but my vitamin D will help your immune system

I am no aquaman, but my plunge takes me to the heart of the ocean

I am not a farmer, but I'd love to plant my seeds in your garden

I am not a masseur, but I perform miracles with my hands

I am not a carpenter, but my hammer knows where to hit

I am not a woodpecker, but my tongue will make your flower bloom

I am not a fisherman, but my bait will make you swallow my hook

I am not a footballer, but my shots on target are better than gunshots

I am not a clergyman, but my mission is to ordain you a missionary

I am not a politician, but I always honour and fulfill my commitments

Dedicated To Women

An illustration of men and women symbiotic dalliance!

Character Flaw [...A Blemish in Perfection]

I have come to terms with everything life is, embrace it and move on

I have had a fill of things that are bitter and sweet but still insatiable

I have carefully sharpened my mind to explore all there is and beyond

And I am no longer afraid of what nightmare there may be in my sleep

 

The future keeps slithering away no matter how close it seems

My mirror makes me look beautiful but my youth is disappearing

I have become broad-minded about the inevitability of tomorrow

And my challenges have made reality my most reliable companion

 

My circumstances have unlocked the doors of unimagined worlds

I cannot help but drown my worries in the pool of my failures

The other me is conspiring to trade positions with the real me

My doubts have left me wandering in the emptiness of this world

 

My unchecked desires have driven me to the edge of uncertainties

I am not shy to wear my scars as they are a reminder of my struggles

I cannot keep up with my disguises except for the ones I can manage

I feel like a stranger in my own body due to my never-ending priorities

 

My dream to take a grip on all fictional constraints is still a mirage

I no longer blame my heart for accepting what makes me feel whole

The old vow has been severed and I intend to proclaim a new one

And what began as a whisper shall be known for ages still to come

  

Dedicated To Everyone:

Your IMPERFECTION is like a SNOWFLAKE in a SNOWSTORM.

𝚆𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽 [...𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢]

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚗

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜

𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎

𝙰 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚎

𝙼𝚎𝚗'𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛

𝙰 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚗'𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚗'𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

𝚆𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

𝙰 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎

𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢

𝙸𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗'𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚢

𝚆𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢

𝙰 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛

𝙰𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔

𝙳𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚃𝚘 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚆𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗!