The dreams that breath
the life to the soul keep
changing like the colours
of the seasons,
Some dark,
Some lucid,
Some, with the feathers
of the cherished blessings
fly to fill the hues of the rainbow,
Some , the curses of the heart
ashing out layers of
fragile layers to darken
the hope and perish the source,
The dreams of this life
swings in the thin threads
to the tunes of the fate…
You are not alone,
When moving in a crowd,
There are more steps to match,
To march the way you desire,
There are more sights to see,
When you free your soul,
Darkness that is beautiful,
Or the hues that frighten you,
There is more to love,
When you liberate yourself,
The secrets hidden in you,
May find the air to breathe,
There is more to give,
When you have the will,
A smile or a cry,
Is a worthy gift to share,
There is more to live in this life,
When you break the walls of your self,
Breathe free and high,
After all,
You have a life in you…
When the beauty
of the silence is lost,
with an abrupt urgency
to cover the nakedness
of the raw emotions
fighting for the release,
the magic strings
of thoughts spill
the unfinished poem
of the lonely soul with
thousands of cherished meanings
never to be shared…
The love,
That transcends itself,
To fill the heart with the purpose,
To breath,
Is the divine’s blessing and life’s curse.
The words that one weave,
to pour the hues of their emotions,
defines the colours that
bubble in them,
The thoughts that one incubate,
to process as an expression,
defines the creativity that
lies with them,
The agonies that one write,
to free their soul from
the turbulence that they face,
untangles the troubles
that bother them,
The value of the language
that shoots through the wars to
establish the peace,
The glory of the words
that kindle the humanity
with the masses,
The thoughts that travel
to impose the love to all,
Proves that,
Words are all…
every nomadic
expression find its solace
in someone’s heart
A silence that communicates
unspoken words,
A tear that conveys the
heartfelt happiness,
A clemency that equalates
a punishment,
A smile in a
forlorn situation,
Are the moments when
the defined facts of this
life is never fully understood.
A time wisely spent earns money,
but any amount of money can never
buy the spent time…
The roots travel deep,
To reveal darker secrets,
And dig the grounded words,
Lying dormant long,
To nourish the tender branches,
To flower and bloom,
And spread the fragrance of hope…
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