Faceless in the crowd.

Faceless in the crowd,

Nameless when alone,

I am always accompanied

by my conscience,

preventing my faults,

guarding my truth,

humbling my soul,

It is my saviour,

entitling my life in this

vast universe,

purposing the path

of intelligence that I seek,

the captivating energy

from the divine,

never to rest till I breathe my last.

Faceless

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The moon of my trust…

The invisible scars

that you left me with

are the proof of

my ripped open heart

that healed itself

with the constant tears

that flowed free from

the bared soul

that was fool enough

to invest its valuable trust in you,

my once beautiful heart

waiting for its flowers

of innocence to bloom

was barred from

the fruits of trust

due to your untimely intervention,

but with the hope,

I pray,

for my stars of belief

to twinkle brightly

and the moon of my trust

to grow to full someday…

Invisible

Words are all…

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…

Incubate

The nomadic soul…

My memory fails me,

My nomadic soul has

encountered this experience

in some time of its expeditions,

In the long past

with a different name

and a different identity,

I have seen the blush

on your face,

but thought it to be

the sky in the dusk,

I have seen the glow

on your skin,

but thought it to be

the shine of the sun,

I have seen the flowers

on your hair,

but thought it to be

the stars in the dark sky,

I have seen you walk

with grace,

but thought it to be

the swaying breeze,

I have seen the love

in your eyes,

but thought it to be

the dream of the night,

Now,

after centuries of wanderings,

to experience this again,

What thou might it be?

Set her free…

Release her ,

So she is relieved

of your constant memories

tied tight to her tender heart

weighing up her being that

drowns her in the sea of sorrows,

Let her breath free ,

Your constant reminder is fueling

her despair to burn,

The war of her survival and the

anguish of your death is the constant

pain she wish to evade to live a

life of her own…

Set her free from your love for her…

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Duty of birth…#daily post# sympathize

The wars of acceptance fought within

the conflicts of the controversies

nagging the conscience,

so the layers of the hidden

Pandora box open to release

the accumulated emotions,

breaking the barriers of the self and

identify the individuality for each

to sympathize with all,

crushing the differences

to glorify the victory,

with love and respect

to empower the oneness

of the breed is the duty

inscribed on this birth.

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The blessed conveyors…

When fear flee and

peace surround,

When the smiles

transcend borders,

Guaranteeing empathy

rule the hearts of the rulers,

When Humanity spreads it wings

touching all creatures,

The blessed conveyors residing

in the immortal souls,

Rejoice for the creator and

his creations.

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The songs of the dark…

The solo songs of the night,

Echoing the shrillness of the dark,

Filling the empty cavities of the heart,

Letting find solace for some,

Seeking the peace for a few,

Condemning the actions of the day,

Or crying the griefs of today,

And building a hope for tomorrow ,

The songs of the night echos to all…

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