SHREYOSHI KARN

Yo! I hate the fact that these days maths is getting fun and I am yearning everyday to solve them 

HIS LOVE 
          
          His soul
          is spirituality twined
          upon my auric field
          whilst his mind
          is telepathically 
          Attuned
          To my psyche.
          He's the mirror
          Which reflects
           the state
           of my heart.
          My curses
          Are his
          Blessings
          HIS BLESSINGS
          upon me
          Are like panacea
          To ther wounds
          unseen but felt 
          he dissolves my pain in 
          And invades me
          Collectively
          With the purity
          Of his love.
          Together we're bound
          to each other
          suspended in a moment
          of time
          where time 
          has no meaning
          - Shreyoshi Karn 
          
          
          
          
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