You are sunshine on procession heading into the cold abyss of death relentlessly, called life.
You are the only meaning of spark of light between two darknesses- one where we come from and and other we end up in ( birth and death).
You are moonlight that seeps in to the infinite darkness of night turning it in to a cosy solitude for lovers.
Even cold wind of reality if it bears your scent when it gnaws at my face loses its bite and turns into a kiss.
It’s when I am thinking of you that my heartbeat dances to the rhythm divine, away from purposeless repetitions.
You are beauty in the world.
You are the only cure of fear of death.
You are a woman.
-Pulastya
You are the only meaning of spark of light between two darknesses- one where we come from and and other we end up in ( birth and death).
You are moonlight that seeps in to the infinite darkness of night turning it in to a cosy solitude for lovers.
Even cold wind of reality if it bears your scent when it gnaws at my face loses its bite and turns into a kiss.
It’s when I am thinking of you that my heartbeat dances to the rhythm divine, away from purposeless repetitions.
You are beauty in the world.
You are the only cure of fear of death.
You are a woman.
-Pulastya
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