Amidst the maelstrom of obscurity,
Amidst the murmurs of the night,
Where the cimmerian shadows merge,
And the stars alight in fright.
A symphony of whispers, soft and low,
A dance of light and darkness, so,
A paradox of life and death,
A game of love and hate, in breath.
The tenebrous depths of the abyss,
The shining peaks of Everest,
The contrast of the sublime and abyssal,
A paradox of beauty, so celestial.
The labyrinth of our consciousness,
The secrets of our soul,
The duality of our existence,
A mystery that we behold.
The chiaroscuro of our lives,
The epiphany of our mind,
The fragility of our being,
A tapestry of emotions intertwined.
The enigma of our destiny,
The serendipity of our fate,
The dichotomy of our nature,
A masterpiece so intricate.
In this intricate web of life,
We are but a mere thread,
An insignificant part of the design,
Yet, essential to the tapestry spread.
So let us embrace the complexity,
And revel in the mystery,
For in the chaos lies the beauty,
Of this extraordinary tapestry.
By: Divyansh Adha
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Echoes of the Heart
Thơ caFrom the depths of despair to the heights of euphoria, these poems capture the essence of the human experience and offer a glimpse into the hearts and minds of mine. *** The sound of your voice echoes in my heart, A melancholy serenade that tears me...
