The Speakingg Soul

 Take away my life  What I am holding If you are not mine  The seed said.... Owner smiled and Patted  Hid it under moist sand. Kept in Warm shady sun  And put a soul to unseen body bun. The seed got a life. But destiny said other time.. The owner Killed the life  Life of fruits. And the roots He ate the heart and soulful part. Nothing was left behind. Now it's your turn ... Hi ...seed  Do you want  A new life?

Hold bruises of pencil, Marks of brush Covered in paint. A silicon layer Telling the story of  her. It's the bruises of time Marks of life Covered with lies  A layer of fake faces. Hidden behind smile. Holding tears. Missing what's lost . white base tinted skin Just like a New piece . Who is the canvas?  Let's Call.... Call her canvas  not just doll.

She is a journal Of unheard desires. Copenhagen garden Layering fires. Tangled knots With anchor bites. You never opened What she hides. She is a diary Of bare lines, Veiling enigmas And cloaked lies. A rugged cover  with tanned pages,  Holds all the worth  The world desires.

 I am a plushie. But I'll lose my bounce  if you touch me. I may be sweet. But I will loose my life  If you taste me. Wondering who I am ? Cotton candy ..... Yes I am hairy  Oh ! heat played it's turn  Melted the sugar Made it fun.

 It's your speech  How can I forget  Little high But like a peach That Creamy  Tangy  Talks  That hid The hard heart behind A cute ,tender  Skin of rose

 Let me check the pot It has a lot To eat  To drink To keep To save Oh no  It's broken Not the pot  But the thought  That you are not gone

Come with me I will show you how I loose The water  The air  The fragrance  The root Of bonds Of emotions  Of body Of people How it changes The nature  I call  It Never let me  Hold  The pain  The gain The Butterly games You know I am Lotus  I take the chain From soggy to Dry  From running to stay The potion I have  They  say that say

 Hate me now for saying ...  I was hidden in a fleshy cave Unleashed  covering  of whatever you gave Not to jump ,walk or run But to have wings of worldly fun  Yes you got me right It were you the fleshy cave Holy imprisonment that you gave culturally deeds that you made  Proved that you are brave. You got the trophy of  now being a slave. But the realisation will be too late. My dear friend  This butterfly woke up now from a caterpillar's grave.

A  convict thinks he's played the best move—until he realizes the victim knew everything all along but permitted the move because she trusted a  liar ."

Hell yeah! He proved me wrong once again  I thought he would heal me but tore me apart, left me in pain.  Ribbed my heart into threads and threw the pieces under his shoes.  Not the way he wanted but the way someone told him to do.  He killed one broken soul once for all. Taken away all the hopes of trusting humans again What a great creature human is ... Proved me wrong once again.

 I expressed: Under warmth of your love I never needed any heavy blanket.  Felt cozy even in low temperature belt. Never knew, I would be intoxicated with your presence more than my worth that  I have felt . He replied: you should be a poet. I expressed:  These are my feelings for you One day you will realise it was not for poetry but to express how I have dealt. The pain of your absence  The touch of your body  The fragrance I smelt. You should be a poet he said he yelled

I am fixing what I have never broken............ You know what is that ? Any guesses? ? ....... My heart

 A thread so fine, yet strong and true,  Binding hearts, both me and you.  Through thorny paths and rugged road,  Together we share the heavy load.  Like a needle stitching sky to earth. Our bond is priceless, beyond mere worth. On paper dreams we write our tale

Just stay a little more The more To hold me To scold me I know you do a little more For that just stay a little more  I know you are growing old But grow a little more  To hug me To bug me I know you do  And you will keep doing it Since days all nights  Through darks to lights  I know you were doing, You are doing doing and  You will always be doing a little more. A little even more to stay around till all my life  Like husband and wife  But In the form of best friends a little more. Just stay a little more m My cutie pie My sweetest bite. Wanna grab you a little more. Oye. Stay a little more.  And  it's your b'day  Don't be shy .. Not outside  But go inside  In your soul and ask how much I love you. It will shout a little more  A little more than you do your little soul. A little more  For that a little more. Just stay a little more. Happiest birthday my happy bowl. My happy soul.🧿❤️

 It seems yesterday When it started  Yesterday before 1 BC Masculine power Suppressing women charm Taken forward with closed arms Crown of hierarchy  Sweet and tangy Bonds of family. Girls are forbidden  Thinking they are burden Married to strangers  For power or money  Without any pardon. It's seems yesterday when it started Headache headache  Screams of my body. Never knew it's soul that is wondering . Wondering if it's her real destiny  Or the curse of being a female  In a selfish family.  It seems yesterday When it started 

In the labyrinth of life, where paths converge, Hold love as a lantern, a guiding surge. Before it becomes a whisper in the night, Let its radiance envelop you, bright. In the cosmic dance of stars and fate, Hold love as a secret, a treasure to sate. Before it becomes a memory's wistful gleam, Embrace its essence like a timeless dream. In the symphony of chaos, where hearts entwine, Hold love as a masterpiece, a work divine. Before it becomes a verse in the poet's rhyme, Capture its essence in the sands of time. For love is a kaleidoscope, ever-changing, Hold it close, amidst life's rearranging. Before it becomes a fleeting comet's trail, Embrace its magic, let it prevail. In the mosaic of existence, where stories unfold, Hold onto love, a saga untold. Before it becomes a legend in the lore, Cherish its journey, forevermore.

In the echoes of our silent tears, Love's tumultuous symphony plays. In the midst of our darkest fears, Our hearts tangled in love's maze. Through the stormy nights we sway, In the dance of joy and pain. Words like daggers, hearts astray, Yet our love refuses to wane. In the depths of our weary souls, Lies a bond no strife can sever. In the shadows where sorrow rolls, Resides a love that lasts forever. Though the path be rough and steep, And our hearts may ache and bleed, In each other's arms, we find our keep, For love is the only balm we need. So let us linger in love's embrace, Through the tempests that may come. For in the tears upon your face, I find the refuge of our home.

Fly boldly..... Don't need to cry .... Just to pretend You don't lie..... Buy it's a sigh.. I kept my hopes high With no more goodbyes. But baby you know I hate lies

I became the light when everything turned dark around me. But  This light wants to get fused it's tired of fucking lightening other's life.

In solitude's embrace, I take my stand, With purpose firm, in this vast, mindful land. I shun the idle whispers of the crowd, For aimless chatter, I've never been avowed. Each word I choose, with purpose it must ring, A symphony of thought, my voice shall sing. No time to squander, in empty discourse, For life's too precious, a finite resource. In silence, I find wisdom's gentle grace, A path less traveled, a serene embrace. I measure words, like treasures to bestow, In conversations deep, my passions flow. I'm proud of this resolve, so steadfast and true, To converse with purpose, to ideas pursue. In advanced English's realm, I find my voice, A choice to cherish, a reason to rejoice.