Silent Prayers

Silent tears, Screaming fears
Moist eyes & sleepless nights.

Haunting squeaks
and bloody sheets.

Sinking Sobs, watching a ruthless mob,
Heading towards a smiling kid.

A call out loud to the mother
To save the wandering daughter

The mob steps back
cursing her silent prayers.

Just Like Another Night

She twists and she turns
Swirls around with the green leafs,
Falling on her dancing frame.
With each beat and thump her feet responds,
Her body, the long wavy hair moves and moves
along her shaky head and gyrating music.

The smoke burns her out,
The alcohol drinks her in
She sees her onlookers with drunken eyes
Watching her with lust filled in and vice.

The gaze rips her glittering and shiny dress
To see her skin just like another night,
Once again the viewer calls her in, to have a closer look in.
To satisfy and please him, the green leafs negotiated her ruins.

Once more she survives the night!
She is her best for the day
She is modest & shy
Professional & Coy
All the wisdom she has is for her children who are unaware

The day falls, she sings lullaby
She puts on the powder on her lovely skin
Smudges the kohl in her eye

Red on her lips,
Matches the nakedness she wears
She struts the street to reach a brick wall
Awaiting the nights call.

Audelade

The glory of the golden strand,

Crafted to guard the treasures

Held by the human hand.

Pure and precious possession

Woven to adorn the human feet

Woven to enfold the mysteries of vanity

Audela`de raptures the world, with crafting clarity. 

Beyond the corridors of time

Beyond the corridors of time,

Lies the Inheritance of art,

Art that travels and; evolves,

Blends and is distinct,

Which fashions the genre

Audelade, the fashion;

Hand-woven and; handcrafted in gold and silver.

Audelade

A quest
for absolute perfection

A journey
in pursuit of timeless opulence

An expedition
to discover the unparalleled

Audelade