I was blinded by the light
Which was not my correct guide

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On the edges of my rooftop laden with snow, I saw the light,
In the candle burning in a far away home on a lonely street, I saw the light,
In the giggles of children laughing without a care in the world, I saw the light,
In an old couple walking hand in hand on a quiet evening, I saw the light,
The day you knocked on my door and kissed me slow, I saw the light...

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the light.
Daylight for the night,
The light of wisdom for the foolish,
The light of love for hate,
A light of hope for despair,
The light of desire for reluctance,
Light of Cooperation for the Poor,
God’s light for the devotees,
Finally, I want from the heart -
The light of humanity for human beings.

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Once upon a time,
she showed me a love
through her gleaming
eyes! I was glad that
i found the light to
ignite my world. Now
the light was gone.
Then I found real raw
glint at the edge of
my cigarette &
realised, "she is not
the light. She is just a
lighter to ignite
my cigarette!

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Beside us in the Light,
...but vanishes in the Dark!

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....he needed a beautiful showpiece that every visitor would admire and she turned out to be one because the wife in her had some desires and dreams....

~Extract from my story- "The Light"

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The Wound is The Place where The Light ENTERS You...
💯🔥

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If you are
closing eyes in day ,
you've started
preferring the dark !

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Open Up
Until you've had an experience that truly changes the direction of your life
Until you witness something that cuts you like a knife
Until you hear the words that penetrate your heart
Until your guide reveals to you your life's about to start
Do you remember the warmth and protection within your mother's womb
Do you remember the sounds and vibrations you felt within that motherly room
Or the lights that greeted you when you were thrust into this world
And the wonderous things you've experienced as your life's unfurled
The measure of these encounters set us out upon the road
The journey is long and the arduous as we carry that heavy load
As soon as we realise and except the true meaning of the light
The roads are far less bumpy and the battles are easier to fight

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Only knots and pieces
now: once, embroidery in aesthetic weaves.........
That is all what is left
of life, lived like a beam
of light, passing
through a prism,
splitting colours,
into myriad shades........

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