When life keeps pricking you deep, Like the desert wind kissed thorns, Each one stinging your conscience, Leaving you scarred and painful, Yet you decide to bloom, Yet you decide to stay fragrant, Yet you decide to showcase your true beauty, That’s Eunoia.
Here, on this earth, as a human, in search of the divine.
Deciphering life's purpose through the master's design.
Which in itself in an unsolved labyrinthine.
Unraveling the right path, through an incidental hint, or a situational sign.
Pure poetry, nothing else.
If you wish to enhance the beauty of life through words-
Read, listen, or see my poetic creations.
An interactive, and lively platform, with loads of poetic information, learnt in a playful manner.
After all, life's a play !!!
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