Safe Haven

the external cold
attempts to cross boundaries
internal warmth saves

**NOTE – I feel like I’ve done a SenHai Saturday poem in one, not two.

It’s In You

Redux

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Only you can grant yourself strength.
Dig deep to show the world
you are the epitome of personal power.

Change your history.
Glorify your present
by overcoming your past.

Give your future
the best of you.
Watch how you rise.

Originally posted 1/30/2019 on I Write Her.

Akhila Siva

Leave her alone

The wildflower heart
strums to the pace of
evergreen woods.
She unwinds her infinite
tears of hues and blues
inside a silver dew drop.
She renders to the beats of
autumn leaves under
the blanket of a misty fog.
She sleeps under the stars
cherishing solitude.
Stop staring at her
And leave her free.
She is not a wallflower
But a wild flame of love.
Leave her
Leave her alone
She belongs to herself

Tranquility

The ocean, a tranquilizer, does croon,
Healing the scars of the lone, distant moon.
Along the waves of affection’s sweet kiss,
In the dewy night, they find moments of bliss.

Lawn of thoughts

The soul bleeds letters, an artful stream,
Words flow in tendrils, like a poet’s dream,
Notions bloom, like buds at dawn,
In the lawn of thoughts, a muse is drawn,
In the realm of verse, an inspiring scheme.

A journey of passion

I’m a canvas of emotions, colors rich and true,
Expressing my feelings, in hues bright and new.
I’m not a woman who never wearies or tires,
But within my heart, dreams shine like fires.
A journey of passion, a flame burning bright,
I’m a spirit unchained, in my own radiant light.
With strength and purpose, I reach for the inner light.

Orchestra

rustle of drizzle
chirpings by the window pane
nature’s orchestra

Futile heart

cradle of uncertainties
stretching out their limbs
entrapped futile heart

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Akhila Siva is a self-motivated, lifelong learner. Passionate for quantitative data analysis, her analytical mind flourishes, while her heart resonates with the expressiveness of poetry. A Dew Chimes – Misty Poems is her first published poetry book. She has also authored a book titled Know Them: One Answer to Many Questions Akhila was first featured in 2020 and then again in 2022. You can find her work HERE.

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Renascence

Inspired by What do you see #227

birds fluttering
awaken my essence
goodbye to the depths
where i had lain

a bright full moon
is calling for my presence

i resurrect

Coterie

complex white blossoms
soft expressions that can maim
regard them highly

Changing Of The Guards

Inspired by Moonwashed Weekly Prompt #136 – Hiatus &
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #274 – Being in charge of hell

humanity ends
men being in charge of hell
please take a hiatus

challenged and yet strong
when the feminine rises
life begins again

Boldly Go

daylight emerging
the start of a brand new day
be as powerful

Lessons

Redux

Life doing its unintentional thing can hurt. 
I weep, pull myself up and move on.

People’s forced recklessness do harm.
I weep inconsolably,
going deeper into my shell.
Feelings amplified in this echo chamber.
Can’t hear the external anymore.
I hide for a while,

working everything out inside.
And I emerge.

Lessons
I’ve had more than a few.

Originally posted 2/22/2018 on I Write Her.

Reblogs – The Twisting Tail & River Dixon

With or without a disability, life demands we engage, either with the help of others or muster the energy ourselves. In other words, find the strength to carry on, to not fold under the force of circumstances or others. 

Touching Words by The Twisting Tail

If we fail to see 
⠊⠋⠀⠺⠑⠀⠋⠁⠊⠇⠀⠞⠕⠀⠎⠑⠑⠀⠀ 
We are blind 
⠺⠑⠀⠁⠗⠑⠀⠃⠇⠊⠝⠙⠀⠀ 
By ignorance 
⠃⠽⠀⠊⠛⠝⠕⠗⠁⠝⠉⠑⠀⠀ 
⠀⠀ 
If we pretend not to see 
⠊⠋⠀⠺⠑⠀⠏⠗⠑⠞⠑⠝⠙⠀⠝⠕⠞⠀⠞⠕⠀⠎⠑⠑⠀⠀ 
We are blind 
⠺⠑⠀⠁⠗⠑⠀⠃⠇⠊⠝⠙⠀⠀ 
By choice 
⠃⠽⠀⠉⠓⠕⠊⠉⠑⠀⠀ 
⠀⠀ 
We need more 
⠺⠑⠀⠝⠑⠑⠙⠀⠍⠕⠗⠑⠀⠀⠀ 
Than touching words 
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For those who have no choice 
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This is yours by River Dixon

if on your knees 

you find yourself 

bowing head, hands behind 

your back, begging mercy 

from the boots that march 

trampling those left standing 

who dare to not crumble 

under the illusion of 

their authority, remember 

it is your obedience 

that gives them the key 

to the ivory tower 

your bloody knees mean 

nothing to them, it is 

never enough, submission 

breeds only the need 

for more compliance 

and you will live out 

the rest of your days 

groveling in the rubble 

until they decide it’s 

time to bury you 

along with the rest 

Wicked Strength

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #255 &
Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Transcending

they called her an evil woman
yet her transcending beauty drew me in
red, fiery locks promising danger
her spikey halo protecting her power

remember what will happen
should you cross me

slowly she lifts the box to reveal the skull
of the man who dared to lay claim to her

remember that i am stronger