Her sleepy voice is the flute which causes kerfuffle in the graveyard. The dead bodies sleeping for decades
Her sleepy voice is the flute which causes kerfuffle in the graveyard. The dead bodies sleeping for decades—wake up and dance in the ecstasy of its magisterial rhythms and ascendant flows. Her lovers with no flesh induce geosynchronous in the comely echoes of her whispers and splendorous sighs. For she is no musician girl.
The hour, when jackals tremble innocent deers with eerie twinkle of their gazes, it is her voice which gives them strength to face the brutality of her wild followers. Unfortunately, It all happened in a tragicomeal fashion.
Once she had somnambulism in a jungle— sheltered strangest and wildest jackals with lifeless eyes. All those hungry creatures living in it know was blood and darkness—but when she appears in front of them, her glittering eyes turn them dazzled and enlivened their eyes. Now when they flaunt its resistance to adorable animals and proudly whisper her name, all they get is— not so cordial—fleeing survivors for life.
Hence, every night when jackals howl in her praise, they are being called meager and heartless stones, but in reality, they are nothing but lovers...Lovers of the blood running in her veins, but with no desire to drink because they don't consider them pious enough for that.
Be a soulmate of pure soul :
ReplyDeleteIf I could,I would catch shooting stars right from the Heavens so that you could gaze upon them every day,
I would make a bouquet of hundred dandelion heads so that you may have a thousand wishes,
I would spin gold and moon light to give you starry wings,
I would gather wild flowers from a meadow to make you dainty crowns,
I would ask the the wind to whisper my love until the day it blew to you,
I would make the world stop spinning just so that you could watch the sunset for one moment longer.
I would Ask the sea to try to match the colour of your eyes,so that you may look upon the water and smile and laugh.
I would offer a fast for your longer life so that you may live long with me at the end of my last breath.
I would tell the whole world to draw me a map so that I could find my way back to you.
So may be one day when you hear what the wind has murmured,you will look upon your wings and see your flower crown,and you will find your way back to me.
So that may be one day I can hold you in my arms and whisper what the winds could not tell and feel your heart beat,and love you with full surety about you that’s you are mine.
Life Tangle:
ReplyDeleteCrimson births a isometric mind,
Crystal vases made of wood and pine.
Onyx stones of foulest find,
Like wallowing trees of you and I
There lies rubies of a nature so far,
There lies diamonds made of blood and coal,
The whole purpose of creativity
Is divinity in twinned
Forget I and remember He,
The Holy image of life
That was always suppose to be.
If your heart is broken and your love denied
and your eyes are swollen with all the tears you cried.
when your mind is restless and you cannot go to sleep
with your emotions in a tangle running very deep.
Give your self some time this will make it heal
And change the way you think and the way you feel.
Start again once more open up your heart and pray more deep to God,
Begin your life a new and make a brand new start.
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