Sports and Verse

 A Bond Without Words  मूक बंधन - "शब्दों के बिना एक बंधन" They say beasts don’t understand love, but her crumb-filled fingers knew better. No words, just offerings soft circles of wheat and trust. The earth stood still as two heartbeats knelt in opposite skins one in a linen frock, the other draped in dusk and dust. She didn't flinch. The world hadn't yet whispered fear into her bones. To her, horns were not threats, they were just crowns without thrones. The eyes across her were wells deep, old, gentle. She looked in, not away. And something passed... Not sound, not thought something softer. If the wind could speak, it might've said: "This is what we forget." Later, they will teach her to recoil, to pull back the hand before it ever feels warmth in a wild breath. They will lace her spine with caution, tie her ribs with logic. But for now she feeds the silence with biscuits, and the silence thanks her in return. No growl, no bark, no name. Only a pact t...

      What will your verse be?   What will your verse be? A question asked in a whisper, echoed in classrooms and hearts a question I now answer, with laughter, love, and the life I dream to craft. My verse will begin with joy, with humor like sunshine through tired skies, roasting with love, joking with soul, bringing smiles to the faces that life forgot to cheer for a while. I will walk strong and tall not just in height, but in spirit unbent by harsh words. No voice will shrink me, no cruelty will cage me, for I will love myself in ways I once waited for others to. My verse will be hands that help. One day, when I can, I will lift those who sleep on cold pavements with empty hands and endless hope. I will give....quietly, fiercely, until dignity returns to every eye I meet. It will be a life lived on my terms, written in chapters of choice and courage. Independent not in solitude, but in soul writing my own path, even if the world draws maps I don’t wish to f...