Kamakhya

She danced and she turned,
She twisted and she burned,
She breathed and she swam,
Towards her inner voices...
To feel alive!

She visited her conscience,
And promised herself,
That, today she shall rise,
From the depths of murky waters,
To fight her blood thirsty demons,
And slaughter them...
One at a time.

The Prize

This is an image of a woman who stood strong especially during certain circumstances, which didn't really point north on the moral compass. But, she still stood there... She had made a choice. She accepted it. Hence, she could survive.

This poem is called "The Prize"

Day and night she stood by my side
She bore my sins and still gazed with pride
Well there was nothing to hide
She knew, her mind was clear
And her love was true
The path she chose was rough,
But she knew, how to sail through
And so, 
There was no need for a disguise
Or compromise
She knew what she was in,
As her eyes were set on the prize.