She is a candle

Not because she melts and lights,

but as she is calm and serene.

She is a soothing breeze

in sultry summers.

When there is no respite

in her only presence, one delights.

She is a streak of sunlight,

on a chilled day,

When sun is the mildest and playing hide and seek.

She is the only warmth on an indifferent winter day.

Behold, she has been wronged!

Now she has transformed into a tumultuous storm,

She is infuriated and devastates,

Crumbles seemingly ‘beautiful homes’

Shatters emotions, ‘love’ and desires,

Now she is a raging fire,

Riding on her fury

And compelling people to give up and comply.

Unstoppable, Fearsome, loud, and wild.

Here she comes!

Here she shines!

Here she rises as a Phoenix

From her own ashes!

Yes, she is none other than today’s woman.

She falls every day.

She balances every day.

She may not win but smiles every day.

Nevertheless, she combines the fragments of her heart and comes alive wholeheartedly.

Every day.