Life had been a muddle, a labyrinth from which I thought I could never get out of; but it was poetry that made me realize that this labyrinth was indeed worthy of being lost in.
Poetry has taught me to find words for my thoughts. The thoughts that I...
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
Isn't it magical How the crumpled clown face of an affectionate father Erases every tristesse of his six year old toddler. How the soft strokes of love on the forehead Makes a sleepless mind finally go to bed.
Isn't it magical That the eyes, I thought, never noticed my plight Has never failed to discover my bruises, the bruises inside. That I've always been spellbound my a voice A voice never heard, but felt Felt through the words of delicate choice.
Isn't it magical How the innocent giggles of a newborn Makes the air pristine again. How few words written and printed by strangers Give a sense of warmth Warmth amidst a spine chilling rain.
Isn't it magical That a simple smile, gifted spontaneously Remains treasured in the heart forever. That a streak of sunshine piercing the clouds, always speaks to you For you deserve better.
Isn't it magical How true beauty grows so beautifully in our vision And shows the thaumaturgy we embrace within us. How our hearts paint themselves on paper And show our foolish minds, that our universe lies within us.
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
