
Devi


If you could have something named after you, what would it be?
Where words like rivers softly flow,
And weary hearts begin to glow.
A place where strength and verse unite,
To turn the dark to healing light.
The wounded paw, the weary wing,
The whispered pain of suffering.
Here, hands bring comfort, hearts impart,
A gentle touch, a mending art.
With every breath, with every rhyme,
We dance through space, we move through time.
To heal, to love, to set souls free,
A luminous bond eternally.
What makes you laugh?
Within my soul, a laughter sways,
A silent song in life’s ballet.
Storm or sunshine, rise or fall,
I find a jest within it all.
For life’s a stage, a fleeting show,
And I must dance where currents flow.
Yet in my core, untamed and free,
Laughter lives eternally.

When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?
At five, I cherished tales I spun,
Weaving worlds in golden sun.
Now I write, the dream lives on,
A storyteller never gone.
Ink and soul, a perfect blend,
A tale begun that knows no end.

What’s something most people don’t understand?
Chasing hearts to change their hue,
Like painting skies to turn them blue.
But winds will blow as they decide,
No force can tame the shifting tide.
To seek your joy in borrowed light,
Is to chase the stars and lose the night.
For happiness blooms where roots run deep,
Not in the hands you hope to keep.
How has technology changed your job?
Technology is not my boss, you see,
It bends to serve the will in me.
A spark that hums, a fleeting light
But I decide what’s wrong or right.
It types my thoughts with swift delight,
Yet words are born from inner sight.
A screen may show what scans reveal,
But only hands like mine can heal.
And though it speaks with boundless might,
It knows no pain, it craves no light.
Technology moves at my demand
A tool of steel, a mindless hand.
So let it fly, and let it race
I’ll use its strength, but set the pace.
How often do you say “no” to things that would interfere with your goals?
Saying no is not a fight,
Nor a shadow dimming light.
It’s the strength to stand and show
My heart knows best which way to go.
I don’t keep count of each denied,
For every no, I stand with pride.
For only I can truly see,
The path that shapes my destiny.
And if they question, doubt, or stare
I owe no answers, unaware.
What’s a secret skill or ability you have or wish you had?
I wish I had a secret skill,
To touch a mind, to shape a thrill
.
Where thoughts run free, no sorrow to see
For happiness dwells in all, silently.
Yet through my words, both fierce and free
I’ve long become who I wish to be.
What is your favorite type of weather?
Springish weather is what I adore,
A fleeting breath, then nothing more.
It blooms to teach that change is true
In fading petals, life is new.