Not all weapons are killer
My weapon creates art, In a disturbed manner
Beautiful Thoughts were born
They truly reflect my personality.-
And I follow the white rabbit.
Waking up in the middle of the night,
Watching the paradox nature surrounded.
Sounds of the complex old humans
An experience was shared, Life was questioned?
Evil Danced and the Saints watched them close.
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For understanding the complex nature of life,
One must be re-born in many phases of creation.
If the body is a tool then the Soul is the energy.
If you wanna know the after life?
Kill the past inside you.
Just Re-Born.-
In the absence of the Moon,
Sky kissed the sea under his arms
Passionate enough to form Thunderstorm
Many sacrifices were made.-
Perspective of life changes when solitude is rare
Mindfulness is just a joke, Your personality is now mine.-
Beautiful Sun painted dancing sea,
A vibe passed and I started shining together,
Till the time I smiled back, darkness had arrived.-
One night I asked my art, Why are you always messed up?
Art never replied but gave me blank page to restart.-
Writer's paradise is not always about scratching a nip.
My dream wrote many stories, But only shared few.-
I am surrounded with Spiritual Human.
They praise the God to kill the evil.
Torturing Nature till death, Is that Evil?
Confused Followers of Spiritual God.
Nature laughed.-