The Speakingg Soul

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