I found me…/#daily prompt# hidden

Wandering in search of the 

hidden truths of this life ,

 I found me…

Smiling to the small

mistakes of this life,

I loved me…

Laughing to the little

 jokes of this life,

I cherished me…

Accepting the painful

wounds of this life,

I healed me…

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The papers of my past…

The papers of my past

swept by the years and

lost to my memory

holding the traces of  my

dreams long forgotten

reveal those words 

in one of those moments

when I come across

a familiar face of the past,

Seeking  out the person

dormant for years hiding

in a cocoon of  layers,

soothing the crushed hopes ,

healing the damaged  pride,

hibernating the soul’s resilience

to renew the being  and

rejoice over its victory…







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A war with me…

The reality of the hurts that bleeds

my dreams are the prints that you

leave behind after you meddle  with

my restless soul ,

Never to release your clutches of me

you follow my every move,

To escape is to be free,

To be relieved of  the  hurts you left behind,

Never again to be trapped,

I fight with my might against me,

A war with me,

In search of my true self,

Killed brutally by my ignorance,

Healing the hope that you crushed ,

I search my peace ,

To spread my wings and 

 paint the beautiful rainbow

with my victory colours…





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Immortal blessings…

The love,

 The healer for the punctured  soul,

that navigates the vastness of  the deserts

 in the cold nights that seem never to end,

The love ,

That carries the wounds of the battles 

fought within to reach for the heart

that cares beyond  the self ,

The love,

As the torch to eliminate the greed

that  burns  with endless desires

and  needs to cherish oneself .

The love ,

That encounters countless abstacles

to flourish and relish its core to enrich

the essence of  the beauty of life,

Is the answers to the searchings 

of the immortal blessings…




Puncture


The never reached rays …

With the addiction of memories

intoxicating this heart and confusing

the core,

You sometimes seem to be my Savior,

Who with your iron armour

Guarded me long,

The moon of my sky,

The compass of my sea,

The clouds of my rain,

The rays of my mornings,

But as I taper off  dreaming

 these  mesmerizing  dreams

to think with my being,

I do understand you were even more,

The moon withered without a  soul,

The compass when a tempest strikes,

The clouds that brought stroms along,

The rays of that sunlight that never

reached  me…





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