-whisper of heart-

-the weight of a breath-

Hey homies

Do you think the red thread not only connects people who are lovers. It connects everyone you love unconditionally in your life-not just romantically, but also those you care for faithfully. I believe God has given us this life as a gift.

It is said that it takes 84 lakh yonis (reincarnations) and beyond to get one human life for a soul. If you are not respecting the priceless gift God has given you and are considering ending your life through suicide, you don't deserve to be bound by the red string. You would have to go to hell to pay the price.
This is the theme for this poem
hope you like it ❤️

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In a garden where the stars weave light,
Eons dance in shadows, lost to sight,
Every soul, a whisper from the divine,
Yet here you stand, on the edge of the line.

Eighty-four lakh yonis, spirits tread,
In cycles of life where countless tears are shed,
Each heartbeat a symphony, a sacred refrain,
A gift of existence wrapped in joy and pain.

Oh, fragile vessel, why do you sigh,
When the sun paints warmth across the sky?
Each moment of struggle, each tear that you shed,
Is a brushstroke on canvases waiting ahead.

But pain can eclipse, like clouds in the night,
And darkness may weave its cocoon tight.
Yet know this, dear soul, in the depth of despair,
You are woven with purpose, you're precious, you're rare.

To forfeit this life is to shatter the thread,
The crimson of love that life has spread.
The price is too steep for the heart that must bear
The noise of regret, the hollow despair.

Hold fast to the dawn, let the shadows retreat,
For within every trial, the spirit finds heat.
With each fleeting moment, let gratitude grow,
Embrace that sweet breath, let the love overflow.

In the arms of the night, when hope feels so thin,
Remember the journey, the spark deep within.
Each life is a story, yours yet untold,
A tapestry woven with threads of pure gold.

So rise from the ashes, let your spirit take flight,
You're the author of dawn, igniting the night.
For in every heartbeat, in joy and in strife,
You hold the gift sacred, the miracle of life.