Soulprint

By Greeva Shah

You called me a miracle,

but it is you who walks with thunder in my chest

and petals in my breath.

You taught me that soulmates

aren’t bound by romance or fate—

they are found in the quiet corners of courage,

in the echo of a thought that finally feels heard.

I'm not just a giver of nectar,

but a bloom in my own rhythm—

dancing with the wind,

not for survival,

but for joy.

My life was once grayscale,

but you painted it with trust,

with fearless hues,

with the kind of love that starts

from within.

And now,

I rise—

not to be held,

but to hold the sky

in my own name

By Greeva Shah