His words being the chamomile tea, soothes the anxious ache present in her heavy heart.
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Thoughts Bleed Ink✍💗
The Words Of A Poet
The words that bleed
from the heart of a poet,
are the tiny rays of hope
penetrating through the
deep forests of tortures,
to create a new world.
A world of fantasy
A world of imagination.
A world of peace.
Where torments are replaced
with pious love.
And,
where to each troubled soul,
the poet,
provides the very tasty of
the longed authentic solace,
departing miles and miles away,
even from the slightest trace
of inhumane human cruelty.-
She transformed the debris of hatred into the gradual steps leading to the peak of success.
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She was the wine.
His eyes, the glass.
Pouring her bit by bit,
devouring her with utmost greed,
he kept drinking all night.
Being utterly wasted
and extremely intoxicated
By her ,he was lost and mad.
For she was ,
The graceful ageless wine,
who tasted like nothing,
but an eternal sinful divine.-
She is becoming herself.
One who
discards expectations,
removes prejudiced barriers
and
builds unbreakable boundaries.-
Her sacred energy
threatened their fragile ego.
They called her adulterated,
they named her loose.
When all along,
she was a Goddess,
an epitome of purity.-
Indeed she is scary !
Cause she is a scintillating poetess,
seducing your soul,
controlling your mind,
and,
ofcourse wrecking your entire existence,
merely with her enticing words.-