nandini00
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Circumstances carve through
our lives,
appearing as mountains
to be crossed,
sometimes
as rough roads
we are made to walk.
Yet they still serve
a purpose,
marking the achievements
intended for us,
calling us
to contribute
our own harmonious
and magnificent passage
through the frontiers
of love and devotion.
Like immortal figures
in a world of omens,
the masks we wear
as we journey
through anguished days.
We kiss the sunlight
after battle,
yet moonbeams
still follow us
through the bruised
hours of twilight.
Inhuman pain,
too unbearable
to name,
returns too quickly,
sadly,
loop after loop,
never warming
our smiles.
You know
I still look up
to your window,
holding
the silver strings
of our love,
still strumming them
though all is quiet
in the dark.
Our fortune
was snatched
by the tempest
of temptation.
The story
of our love
followed the tides,
and grief
was carved
into its shore.
No caress now,
no sweet
and delicate scent
of skin.
The angels
of our longing
are nowhere
in sight.
Yet the Divine
had witnessed
our pain.
He came
with the light,
swift enough
to heal
our wounds,
to clear
the fountain
of our battles.
For my love
never dies.
It runs
through my veins,
does not sleep,
still delights
in the glorious days
of our union,
burning,
radiant,
with the liberty
of loving you.
I am trembling.
Hear me.
Hear me.
I love you.
I love you.
This is
my divine language.
This is immortal
Kissing
your soul,
drawing you
within my warmth,
O, flame me
with your love.
Please
keep me alive.
our lives,
appearing as mountains
to be crossed,
sometimes
as rough roads
we are made to walk.
Yet they still serve
a purpose,
marking the achievements
intended for us,
calling us
to contribute
our own harmonious
and magnificent passage
through the frontiers
of love and devotion.
Like immortal figures
in a world of omens,
the masks we wear
as we journey
through anguished days.
We kiss the sunlight
after battle,
yet moonbeams
still follow us
through the bruised
hours of twilight.
Inhuman pain,
too unbearable
to name,
returns too quickly,
sadly,
loop after loop,
never warming
our smiles.
You know
I still look up
to your window,
holding
the silver strings
of our love,
still strumming them
though all is quiet
in the dark.
Our fortune
was snatched
by the tempest
of temptation.
The story
of our love
followed the tides,
and grief
was carved
into its shore.
No caress now,
no sweet
and delicate scent
of skin.
The angels
of our longing
are nowhere
in sight.
Yet the Divine
had witnessed
our pain.
He came
with the light,
swift enough
to heal
our wounds,
to clear
the fountain
of our battles.
For my love
never dies.
It runs
through my veins,
does not sleep,
still delights
in the glorious days
of our union,
burning,
radiant,
with the liberty
of loving you.
I am trembling.
Hear me.
Hear me.
I love you.
I love you.
This is
my divine language.
This is immortal
Kissing
your soul,
drawing you
within my warmth,
O, flame me
with your love.
Please
keep me alive.
