My love, it looks like summer days with a bit of shade.
Singing birds dancing upon your grace
Rainbows are crying at the beauty that you paint
An everyday Christmas when you're awake
You are a gift to me
Cherishing how your hand sparkles
Feet smoother than any babies
Sweet Carmel skin
My love looks like winter but is always sunny
Never below seventy degrees
Lioness bowing down to royalty
You are powerful
Understand your force
Control the wind on this earth
Is that you, Isis?
~Reborn
The searing sun has long been a revolving revelation of angst,
repelling songs of the skies, sung by the strings of the wings.
Pallid, poised only by muscle memory - a compositional backdrop,
past the point of revival, yet something inside me still ticks.
A trembling truth that never drifts,
these broken blues: a silent shadow with loud hues.
The bones of me, tunelessly picked out,
until I'm the aching hollow of unamplified sound.
Where do breathing colors of me sleep,
when deadly nights of the air eclipse upon the web once woven by whispers?
Death just a dropped chin and averted eye,
the slow slump of a sinner's stagnant dirge plays out.
Let those cobalt stones cease writings from vicious veins,
where wilting roses dip their thorns in starry puddles with no name.
Now begging for exsanguination of my pain,
the measure of a man captured, still, in expired offerings of disdain.
______________
The heroine angry and disappointed,
confronts her beloved for being unfaithful.
Mood: despair, jealousy, and weariness-
mixed aggression of a wounded lioness.
_________________
O my long-dreamt dreams’ only man,
I never could imagine a woman
Other than me in your love life,
Nor in my life such fateful strife,
Yet, even my wounded self-worth
Won’t let me get swallowed by Earth,
Thou hast made a mockery of my love,
But I’ll still be faithful to rise above,
And keep fire of love burning from within,
Nourishing it to remain green.
Rare a green leaf sprouts on a twig gone dry,
Nevertheless, with my love I will try.
Today in betrayal let your joy burn,
Mine shall, by the morrow when you return.
_______________________
Natya Shastra| 05.02.2025 | Rhyme,
Note: This is fifth of Ashta-Nayikas, eight heroine types, as classified in a Sanskrit treatise on performing arts in Bharata’s Natya-Shastra. The state (avastha) of the eight romantic heroines widely themed in Indian paintings, literature, sculpture, classical dance forms and music. Khandita is the fifth of the eight such heroines depicted here in poetic form.
There was a time when I was meek
tears streaming down with effortless ease
Amidst the hollers, the taunts, the cries
The tears would flow like autumn leaves
But the hunted has turned hallowed
I rise with a lion’s might
Gone are the days of silent shadows
I am a roar in the heart of the night
With the poise of the jungle’s regal beast
I roar with valor, my spirit unleashed
With hollering, bullying, and screaming, the tears didn’t miss me
The ones who were once preyed upon are now the ones being prayed upon
Now, I stand boldly, ready to unleash
A powerful roar that resonates with you as a lion’s feast
In the days of yesteryear, I existed merely as a whisper in the wind
Tears would fall at the slightest bend
Now, I stride with the fierce grace of a lion
With a roar of courage, I boldly claim the capacity in Mount Zion
I'm a Christian Lioness
of the Lion of Judah,
I had a tumultuous youth
and came to redemption.
To be forgiven as to forgive.
In His blessed mercy
I have pardon.
In Him there is pure love's
Holiness,
In Him there is forevermore.
I sing to Him in exultation,
or softly as an April whispered
breeze.
As I lift prayers to my Yeshua,
Rabboni, I cherish You!
You love humanity,
despite our grieving You,
and accepted willingly my
prodigal return with my
heart in joy for You.
I'm a Christian Lioness
of the Lion of Judah. ~
I am the original African queen of huntresses.
My golden and taut body in unison with my sisters,
as we bunch and tense our muscles ready to spring.
Our young are with their fathers daytime sleeping,
as we females mainly provide the sustenance.
On we charge, in the ancient dance of predators,
spinning in the dust as we quickly kill our prey.
We drag the corpse in the heavy noonday heat,
the pride's mouths redden with blood.
It may sound harsh to many,
but it is in the lifebeat of our survival.
Our cubs soon grow larger, their learning is swift,
my mate and I age,
his mane his crown, his bearing regal.
We hold court in our savanna kingdom,
I am lioness, hear my roar. ~
.
My cat sat on the window seat
Tail thumping with a rhythmic beat
Like a lioness stalking meat
A bird to eat A bird to eat
Oh, no you don't, my sweet kitty
That raven is much too gritty
You'd be hurt. Oh, what a pity!
You're too pretty You're too pretty
I'll give you a treat, if you wish
With the flavor of tuna fish
I'm certain you'll find it delish
It's in your dish It's in your dish
She ran, making her 'meow' sound
Straight for the kitchen, she was bound
With lightning speed of a greyhound
Her cat food downed Her cat food downed
I found her later, sound asleep
In peaceful dreams, she slept so deep
or she'd have heard the fledgling's "peep"
Of a bird's cheep Of a bird's cheep
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The lioness watches the two-footer from her hiding place in the shadow
There is something majestic about her; how would she taste?
Just rip her apart! Her reptilian brain urges her.
A recent mother herself, lioness keeps watch as she gets closer.
She could have her by the neck in an instant.
But would this be feel like a fair hunt?
She yawns and rolls over on her back,
Not wanting to tear this two-footer up.
Don’t be a wimp! Her inner voice screams.
Take her now! She has no idea.
It is time!
The lioness stretches out, enjoying the shadows.
Determined to have things her way tonight.
She will let this two-footer live.
She can get the next one; she is in no hurry.
Let daddy watch the cubs a bit longer.
I do not have a perfect life
Blue, brown, yellow, black...
Orange and silver, civilize my emotions
Correspond to justify my ambiguity
Like a swarm of bees, protecting its hive
I have succumbed to my delicacy
It magnifies my efficacy
The roar of a lioness.
Lay to rest the troubles of thy self
Unfold the folded and iron the crumbled
Take a closer look in the mirror
Take a closer view in the puddle
Yes, the mystery is muddled up
You dread to look at your own soul
But nothing is much more stabbing
Like the hearts sore.
Different views, different tastes
She is not you, You are you
You wish for clarity, but
Charity you never tried
Purity was never your choice
I smell darkness
The roar corresponds to the howling howls of the night.
Sleep my emotions sleep
The night is still young,
So are you?
It was never promised to no man but,
Tomorrow is another hectic day
Pathetic is no fit to define
Lock the voice-box, sustain the roar
Sleep well my love,
Sleep well.
What's a girl to do?
With no knight and shining armor,
I'm here to tell you.
Women don't need a knight and shining armor.
Women are strong!
Women are brave!
They are the Lionesses of the pack.
Women can be fierce!
We will chew you up and spit you out,
If you hurt, their own.
The Lionesses are the ones that hold their family together,
They control all.
They don't need a king to save them.
Because they have already saved themselves.
We are the queens of the universe.
The king of the pack,
is just a pleasant perk.
What a king can do,
A queen can do better.
No knight and shining armor needed.
I am the King and Queen of my own domain,
Hear me roar.
That's a warning.
To step back and let me do my own.
I don't need no knight and shining armor,
To tell me I'm worthy.
Neither do all the lionesses of the world.
STRONG, FIERCE, PROTECIVE,
Is what all women are.
A lioness hear me roar, in the midst of weakness and uncertainty she holds her head up high. In her strength she roars so ferociously; She doesn’t roam the terrain to conquer nor to misguide any dominions. She has been thru many years of disappointments and tears of loss, inside she cries out with a roar thats louder than thunder a lioness.
The longing for you
grows on me, a long
mane
I need you to come
to cut my hair...
my companion lioness !
Lioness goddess extraordinaire.
Parades around when war in in the air.
Sekhmet is her name.
Healing is her game.
We’ll call her spirit forth if you dare.
Lioness of the galaxy.
Ethereal, yet grounded.
Ostentatious, she is not.
My lioness
The world left me
Fighting
Circumstances left me
Confused
Even when life
Trigger my ego
Too long I fought
Alone
And then I dreamed
Now I can proudly say my love you are
The answer of those
Prayer
What else are you
To my life
If not the bone of my bone
My lioness
My lioness
I can’t fight alone
Any more
If Life is fair to me now
Despite all it offers
Still am not left out of life
Alone
Now am two in one
Am completely complete with
My lioness
My lioness
When I saw you
It was easy for me to see
The power of God
In you
I saw the light in your eyes
I perceived your beauty
Right there in your heart
Despite your beautiful body
Looks
Which seduce my desire
You still till today stand
Not only beside me
But also inside my spirit as
My lioness
My lioness
The bone of my bone
The flesh of my flesh
The blood of my blood
The heart of my heart
The dreams of my reality
The fulfillment of my power
The organizer of my wealth
My queen in the jungle
My love for life
Now am completely complete
Again am alive cos I found
My lioness
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