We often think about resounding silence awaiting for an epiphany moment to arrive that would be the righteous time to commence. Amidst perplexing plots and blinding beliefs we've lost faith in ourselves. There comes that one point in our lives when we are surrounded by popping questions and emerging disquietude like the lullabies, it echoes under our ears. It's not that we are oblivious but actually ain't able to figure out that one dish from the buffet of life with which we're going to pursue a nubivagant exploration; lies there the galaxy of orbs to introspect in order to pick up our pens and just go on comprehending the existence, in black and white.
Negative connotations will always find our thoroughfares' imbroglios to turn the pulsating passion into dejecting forlorn.
But, we need to discern the factuality that our life isn't about anyone's acceptance,
'cause one fine day our redolent dreams will melt the barriers of hypocrisy.
Be as sure as death!
Our today's scribbles will turn out to be crystal clear azure penetrating through the forthcoming sweven. You won't be blinded by the scintilla if you won't move heaven and earth. All it asks for, is to be a seeker of cosmos beyond anyone's assimilation.
"Let the tranquil brouhaha squeal it out!"
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PoetryHere's to the whirling thoughts inside a fickle mind, comprising random scribbles and verses in metrical symphony!🌸 // Highest-ranking : #1 in verses #3 in strings #98 in poetry// ^_^
