Musk Deer
Every soul is a musk deer,
Living in deep fear of ignorance,
Unable to find its inner fragrant strength,
Running ages being bewildered.
Burning in fire of hopelessness,
Unless and until a pain unfolds
And eradicating this darkness
Seems tiresomely unthinkable .
Within that crucible moment of adversity,
An ignition of transformation lits
The pain acts as a chisel
Carving the layers of ignorance
Leading the path to essennce of pious
soul.
Then arrives an echo
from the deeper depths of fathomless conscience
Conveying and unveiling the scent of musk
With this,
Happens the discovery of own resilient core,
A reservior of fragrant strength,
The strength of soul
Evergreen and abundant in power,
Remitting its bright ray of aura.
While removing the blemishes of
ignorant darkness.
Abheepsa & Debabrata-
Love was brewing,
Hearts were healing,
Souls were connecting,
And grief was disappearing.
But alas!
All of these were mere fog
Behind a curtain of lies
And smile of guilty assurance.
While in its truest sense
None could sense that
The beautiful ship was sinking
Into depths of past amour!
Leaving smog
Breaking trust
And Wrecking souls.-
The petals of love
fell from the flower of life
to convert a flirt
into a bond beyond life time.-
You lit the candles of joyous smiles in the dark life of mine,
You lifted my fallen spirit and heard whatever I did whine.
Oh my human dairy
Thanks for making me live in the tales of fairy.❤-
New Year wishes were to bloom
and be evergreen ,
Whilst her was to wither forever
and kill all her dreams.-
splashing happiness,
sparkling eagerness,
flowing affection
and glowing togetherness.-
you brought
as you dissolved
love into my life .
Cleansing it with
purity and
handling me with
maturity,
the kid inside me
forgot her insecurity,
when you steered
my life
with sugary clarity
and syrupy sanity.-
I want to be there...
When the spring blooms, the novelty in the world arises, to walk the path of life
whilst deeply submerged in each other's charms.
I want to be there..
When everything withers , just our souls remain, to travel the nostalgia whilst tangled in each other's arms.
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"My papa is my hero!"
Joyously squealed a girl.
"You are blessed dear."
With teary eyes replied her friend standing beside
being a daughter to an abusive father.
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