~•YARDBIRD•~

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It was an unique day yet to be told,
The day of new evocation to behold,
Here comes the tale of blurring mystery,
But I'm sure it dusts off all the misery.

Over the horizon it does happen,
In a place of unsure know - about,
Under ghastly shadow with evil weapon,
Fitting fine to mask any sound let out.

There was a creature in the middle,
With limbs and trunk on soil's cradle,
It lay totally noiseless with dancing ribs,
Living the silence motionless in the crib.

Before any heart could pity the being,
The magnetic lids lost the clings,
The soft quivers of hope yells in swings,
Over the intimidating hours fleeing.

The vibrant fellow stood on the land,
With formless air gripping the hand,
Glancing over the dread dark art,
A mephitic vapour inhaled eeried it.

It was as if something is about to dart,
Stampeding the bones to shake in a hit,
The skies painted its darkest shade,
Letting realms of possibilities fade!

The life that was still caught in the sail,
Had no vision of what's about to hail,
Of unknown reasons to ponder,
Of uncertain seasons of sharp thunder!

From a farthest point it spotted a relief,
It was a dawning light of warm belief,
The life chose to run in that direction,
With a piercing faith of resurrection.

The nearer it went the source grew vast,
Endless rays of hot springs did radiate,
When it almost neared the nitid gate,
The absurd truth scared the silence so fast.

The collective beams of light perceived,
Weren't symbol of help to be received,
It was a daunting crawls of volcanic fire,
Connecting the land to sky in every tier.

The burning sense gripped the only life,
To let it know waiting isn't really wise,
To keep in the track of surviving lies,
Preying the self voluntarily to the knife.

So it ran once again but this time,
In the opposite path, shrieking loud,
But nothing was heard above the cloud,
As I already said everything occurs mime.

While tapping the legs in fast pace,
It heard some sound fill it's sense,
Sooner the happier it left the tense,
Feeling the tranquil breeze on the face.

But even that couldn't get it saved,
As the closest possible it quickly paved,
It saw the gallons of flooding whirls,
Rushing towards in lacing loop of curls,

Bursting out the way in which it flow,
Wetting and engulfing things on a blow,
So it chose to ran to the left out side,
But the fate of deeds failed to abide.

The moment it swaped to west and east,
Gusty wind bounced it back in the least,
From both sides tornadoes did chase,
The little life to the very starting place.

To add to these furious pang,
The space lifted it to twitch to hang,
But the land's gravity pulled it down,
Letting it wiggle in an utter frown.

Trying to comprehend all these snap,
Time turned to be a vanishing saviour,
Life attached it's eyelids so tight,
Thinking it is the hour of it's fall.

All the foes of life assailed rapidly,
Yet to it's rarity it was alive briskly,
It opened the eyes to see a ball of light,
That was tossed as if it's the only waiver.

Life was thinking what's this flap,
Eventhough it knew it will turn rigid,
It claimed the aim before turning frigid,
Even before it was ready to ask.

The glow entered it, finishing the task.

When life could feel that shot,
It evolved into the planet's plot,
Now it knew eternal beam was the soul,
Letting it free of maims was its goal.

And the life is now an actor on stage,
But the truths were in innocent cage,
Moving relentlessly in an epicedic tone,
Accepting that we all exist to die alone.

Now this life wanders in curiosity,
Behind glittery pieces of insanity,
Again the spirit is getting tainted,
To repeat its story yet to be peace painted.

♋🔅❤🔅❤🔅❤🔅♋

A narrative poem about how the soul is made and fitted in us. We know we're here to relieve the sin and pain that haunts us all over. But do we really do that?

Mostly we add more than deleting.
So it's a philosophical thought.

When all elements of nature meet up it forms an eternal glow and I call that as our soul.
And that's my imagination and belief too.

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With love,
Yaris🔆

With love,Yaris🔆

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