Adorned in a magnificent robe,
A priest sits on a throne between two pillars…
Wearing a Golden crown, he holds a sword in his right hand and a scale in the other….
Emitting an air of great wisdom and dignity.
The blade is pointed upwards,
Indicating that he is more than prepared ,
To make a firm ruling…
A veracious figure, who let the fire propel in my heart towards the depth of Roses 🌹

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Challenging the Beast sporadically,
Is like quenching venom of the entire Universe…
If it is the only way to capture his capricious mind..
So be it !

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I have seen the charishma in your heart-warming eyes…
How could the soul disown…
To not kiss the charm and prevail…
Many claim to behold !
If only they knew,
“A plethora can never be professed.”

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Consume the evildoer in me,
With your lacerating claws…
Let the ancestry go along,
Same as cascade !
If, this is the only way,
To turn my sin into,
“Vows of Chastity”
So be it !!!

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Sometimes,
The very existence of an individual
feels like a paper doll...
Crafted so delicate and fragile!!!

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Some people live their whole lives,
Never really having lived a day in their life...

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गिरफ्तार सी हो गयी हूँ,अपने ही ख़यालों में ...

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“Obscure mind is about to gravitate,
Towards the crown of idolatry...
Embrace it placidly.”

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Suno !!!

Mere khwaab ka dastur ho gya,
Bikhre the zameen pe, bikhra hi reh gya...

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Let’s paint the canvas together and create a masterpiece...

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