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you have a way with words

that sweep me off my feet

even the way you say my name

sounds exquisite

- dee (your voice is music to my ears)

“To the Warriors of Invisible Battles”

They will never know—

the weight you carry

in a body that feels like a fragile house

with storms at every window.

Yet here you are,

standing in the ruin,

patching what you can,

finding beauty in cracks

only you can see.

Your pain does not speak for you,

though it roars in silence.

It does not define you,

though it shadows your steps.

What defines you is this:

The way you rise when no one is watching.

The way you find a smile

in the rubble of the hardest days.

The way your heart holds love

when your body holds ache.

Some days, survival is a whisper.

Some days, it’s a battle cry.

And both are triumphs.

You are not weak because you rest.

You are not broken because you hurt.

You are a masterpiece in progress,

proof that the soul

is stronger than any pain.

So when the world feels too heavy,

when the night stretches endless,

remember this:

You are not alone in this fight.

And even now,

you are winning.

- DK

“I Miss My Sister”

I miss the girl who used to laugh,

Who carried sunlight in her path.

Her smile would brighten every room,

But now she’s lost within the gloom.

Since he arrived, she’s not the same,

Her warmth replaced with hurt and shame.

He twists her thoughts, he warps her mind,

And leaves the love we knew behind.

She vents her pain, she shares her fears,

Her voice is heavy, lined with tears.

We hold her close, we beg her, “Stay,”

But always, always, she drifts away.

I see her trapped, a fragile thread,

Bound by the words he’s deftly said.

He needs her now to pave his way,

But steals her soul with each new day.

She dreams of leaving, breaking free,

But chains of guilt won’t let her be.

I miss the sister that I knew,

Her joy, her light, her spirit true.

How do I help? What can I do,

When every bridge leads back to you?

I hope one day she’ll find her voice,

And finally make the braver choice.

Until that day, I’ll stand nearby,

To catch her tears and hear her cry.

I’ll wait for her, my sister dear,

And hope one day she’ll reappear.

- DK

"Ignorance of the law is no excuse"

--The people who pass 1,500 page Bills without reading them

I will answer any question you ask

I will answer any question you ask

The old man accepted the invitation and went to that woman's house for food.

On the way, when people saw the old man with that woman, a man came to them and said, "How can you be with this woman?"

The old man told that he was going to this woman's house for a meal on her invitation, after knowing this the man said that you should not go to this woman's house, you will get a bad reputation.

Because this woman is characterless.

Despite this, the elders did not stop, within some time this news spread like wildfire. Suddenly the village head came running and requested the old man not to go to that woman's place.

Seeing the dispute, the old man asked everyone to remain calm, then smilingly held one of the chief's hands tightly in his own and said, "Can you clap now?"

The chief said, how can one clap with one hand?

On this the old man smiled and said that if one cannot clap with one hand then how can a single woman be characterless unless a man forces her to become characterless.

A characterless man is responsible for making a woman characterless.

What an irony it is that in this so-called male-dominated society, due to pride, this man considers a woman only as an object of his consumption for his false pride and forgets that he himself is responsible for the woman whom he is calling characterless.

🙏🌹🇮🇳🌹🙏

“I want you under me. On your back.

I'm sorry. You deserve more respect than that. But I can't stop thinking of it. Your arms and leg's around me. Your mouth, open for my kisses. I need too much of you. A lifetime of nights spent between your thighs wouldn't be enough.

I want to talk with you forever. I remember every word you've ever said to me.

If only I could visit you as a foreigner goes into a new country, learn the language of you, wander past all borders into every private and secret place, I would stay forever. I would become a citizen of you.”

— Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas