The Woman You See Everyday

She is the essence of beauty,

The aura of humanity.

You witness in her the budding of life,

you see in her the love in its purest,

she reflects in her the calm water of the lake,

she buries in her the eternal pain of sacrifices,

she drapes around her the weight of her unvoiced wishes,

she quivers and falls just to stand upright.

Her silence speaks of her unlimited experiences,

her voice tunes out her hidden wisdom.

She wears serenity as power,

she lightens up the shadows of the universe,

lilies do adorn her hair.

Vanity does attract her minds’ affairs;

she is the woman you see everyday,

she is the woman with a ‘bindi’ on her forehead.

She breathes fire,

her harnesses long torn,

her scars worn as badges,

her words meant to tear you open.

She is no longer silent,

she voices out her wants,

she needs nothing that she won’t want.

She quotes of bloody days,

her strength marks her territory.

She owes her beauty to none,

for she experiments whatever she wants to be done.

She bears no nonsense,

For she fights for her rights,

like the Lilith out of the dark.

Her stilettos demand success,

her red lipstick speaks of her boldness,

her hair blown wild,

her mind ready to conquer,

for survival is no longer on her list.

She plans to rule for the sake of her own wishes,

she strives, she fights, she falls, she rises.

She refuses silence,

she is out there kicking asses,

she slays injustice with confidence.

Her knowledge dominates her complexes,

her power molds with every arrow she losses.

She is no longer the pawn in the battle field,

she is the knight that wears the crown of the king,

she is the woman you see everyday,

She is the woman in silver ‘armor’.