Lipy S Yadav

11/06/2025

The sea, the scent, the silk of air,
Caress her like a lover might,
She is the shore, the scent, the sigh
A body made of fire and light.

No eyes to tame, no hands to own,
She blooms alone and utterly free
A woman woven from the tide,
Breathing in her sovereignty.

05/02/2025

Temptation.

Take this flower—
but know it is not just a gift.
It is a whisper against your skin,
a promise curled in velvet red.

Its petals open like a sigh,
soft, inviting, waiting.
Let your fingers linger,
let them trace the curve of desire.

04/02/2025

Temptations.

I bring you this flower—
not just petals, but a promise,
soft as a whisper, bold as a sigh.

Hold it close, let your fingers trace
the velvet hush of its bloom,
each petal curling like secrets
waiting to be undone.

22/01/2025

The strength of a tribal women

Her voice is thunder, her silence deep,
A guardian of secrets the mountains keep.
Through fields of hardship, she boldly strides,
The heart of her tribe, their soul, their guide.

[ storytelling/portrait/photography/fineartphotography]

21/01/2025

The Strength of a tribal women.

Draped in colors of earth and sky,
Adorned with jewels no gold can buy,
Beads and feathers, their crowns so bold,
Each tells a tale of wisdom untold.

Tribalstory/photoshoot/ portraits/conceptshooting

19/01/2025

The Strength of a Tribal women

In the heart of forests, where rivers sing,
Where the earth hums a tune only nature can bring,
There dwell the women of the tribal lands,
With stories etched in their weathered hands.

Barefoot they tread where the wild paths wind,
With spirits fierce and hearts unconfined.
In their laughter echoes the ancient trees,
Their courage dances on every breeze.

Storytelling/tribalwomen/poetry/fineart/photography

17/01/2025

The strength of a tribal women

Beneath the sun, their stories rise,
With earth’s embrace and endless skies.
Guardians of forests, rivers, and lands,
Strength and wisdom in their hands.

Their laughter echoes in the hills,
A melody born of ancient wills.
Unyielding spirits, hearts so vast,
Bridging futures, honoring the past.

16/01/2025

The Strength of a Tribal Women

Guardians of traditions, keepers of flame,
In their silent strength, no man could tame.
They sow the fields, they weave the lore,
They heal the wounds and open the door.

Their songs rise high with the morning sun,
A hymn of battles fought and won.
For every child they cradle and feed,
They sow the seeds of tomorrow’s creed.

Portraits/ womenpower/ photography/ fineart

16/06/2024

Color me MAD.

05/03/2024

A thought.
At this point of my life , when I look back I realise how much I have travelled through this journey called life and how far I have come in search of light. This chase always gets me no matter where I reach. Dark has been a brutal friend who comes visit me whenever it wants without my consent and manipulates me to accept that the light is an illusion. But I have met light I can never forget the gentle touch of it which always fills my heart with love and wholeness. Also it’s always in hurry it does not want to stay it wants to keep running and does not have time to process dark. As iam forcefully a friend of the dark, iam always left behind craving for the light a little more and every night I sleep with a hope that may be I will meet light once again tomorrow.
Muse: .agape

28/12/2023

Color me dead

18/11/2023