Kavita

God has given you wings — now soar with all the strength they carry. Cross the valleys and the green hills, the rivers and the oceans. These lines speak to something timeless: that we are each given a capacity far greater than the boundaries we draw around ourselves. To fly is not recklessness — it is the truest act of faith in what you were made to be.

The poems in this section are the ones that have stayed with me — songs that became poems, or poems that became songs, or songs so inseparable from their melody that to read them on the page is to hear them anyway.