Its a thin line of hope in despair.
Whirling around dose phases of life
I have come to imbibe,
that love is what makes me feel alive.
Love is the voice of my soul
Its the dance to my life's troll.
Love doesnt whim,know not it demands
It sends me triumph amidst all the pangs.
Love is silent,it is felt in the core
It adds on to my soul's decor.
It makes me a beautiful individual
Detoxicates my soul,without any bloody ritual.
Why is it??why is it that i understood love so late
Why is it that the illusion of love haunted me to the depth;
Brought me a hell lot wound and pain
Desserted my mind,body and soul which were once so serene.
Amidst all the grief,silence nd hurt,
Love made me realise my soul's girth
It brought me closer to myself
It served me as a mirror to cleanse myself.
When the summer passed and dark winter came
All i suffered before seemed no more vain
For a person to be beautiful inside
this is what love does for the soul's stride.
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