The eternal embrace of nature’s cry in the bane of existence

The eternal embrace of nature’s cry in the bane of existence

How contradictory is the being of humanness in its unfathomable stance,

Faltering in your vows, the baneful mortal slap of tyranny and animosity starts to dance.

I wish I had the prowess to dive deeper into the depths of the invisibility of air,

To sing with the wind and announce in the debacle of echoing thunder without shedding a morsel of care.

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Life in its embrace on me reads itself in the nuances of an unfinished book,

In the radiance of credence I smile and in the plight of burdensome obstruction, I cease to look for joy around the nook

Pain in its silent footsteps often creeps slyly into the broken crevices I falter to see,

In the trials that I face with the grit of fire, the labyrinth of dreariness leashes the spirit that yearns to be free

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Take me to the lakes where the poets seek their death,

Where the horizon of their creations plummets into the sparse cascades of the words they bled.

Enriched by its tenderness, the synergy of nature and humans astonishes the core of me,

How virtuous in its entirety, in its eternal embrace of our writhing pain, it sheds the tears of our forged glee.

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Torment and pleasure are bylines of the same tale that gallops in gallant endeavours,

One tames the ego and the other surmounts the bane of pride that one in self nurtures.

I see the magnificence of sprinkle that enamours the ounces of dullness of the day that in its gloom sings

Sparkling through the prism of the gentleness of dew, the ray of hope it in its abundance brings.

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It is 6:45 on my clock and the railing of my window sill adorns itself with jewels of glistening hues,

In the strive to see the peonies of newfound optimism, I find myself in the quest of fathoming the wounds of the endless blue.

Outpouring its heart in every abode, reinforcing existence in every singular existential being,

I wonder what wound would have the mystical orb endured,

To glare with thunder, to rain in the embezzlement of light that renders to be unseen!.

_Hridya