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And I'm caught in a moment
as the rain hits the leaves
Mother nature can surprise you.
π™±πšžπš πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πšπš—β€™πš 𝚜𝚘 πš•πš’πšŽπš, 𝙸 πš˜πš—πš•πš’ πšœπšŠπš’πš πšπš˜πš˜πšπš‹πš’πšŽ.
𝙸 πš πšŠπš—πš—πšŠ πšπšŠπš”πšŽ πš‹πšŠπšŒπš” πšπš’πš–πšŽ, πš‹πšŠπšŒπš” 𝚝𝚘 πšπš‘πšŽ 𝚍𝚊𝚒 𝚠𝚎 πš–πšŽπš
𝙸 πš πšŠπš—πš—πšŠ 𝚜𝚎𝚝 πšπš‘πš’πš—πšπšœ πš›πš’πšπš‘πš, πš“πšžπšœπš πš•πš’πš”πšŽ πšπš‘πšŽ 𝚍𝚊𝚒 𝚠𝚎 πš–πšŽπš.

𝙸 πš πšŠπš—πš—πšŠ πš‘πš˜πš•πš πš’πš˜πšžπš› πš‘πšŠπš—πš, 𝙸 πš πšŠπš—πš—πšŠ πš‹πšŽ πš’πš˜πšžπš› 𝚐𝚞𝚒
𝙸 πš πšŠπš—πš—πšŠ πš”πš’πšœπšœ πš’πš˜πšžπš› πš•πš’πš™πšœ, 𝙸 πš πšŠπš—πš—πšŠ πš‘πš˜πš•πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšπš’πšπš‘πš
𝙸 πš πšŠπš—πš—πšŠ 𝚜𝚎𝚎 πš’πš˜πšžπš› 𝚎𝚒𝚎𝚜, πš‘πš˜πš  πš‹πšŽπšŠπšžπšπš’πšπšžπš• πšπš‘πšŽπš’ πšŠπš›πšŽ
𝙸 πš πšŠπš—πš—πšŠ πš‘πšŽπšŠπš› 𝚒𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒, β€œπ™Έ πš πšŠπš—πš—πšŠ πš‹πšŽ πš’πš˜πšžπš› πšπš’πš›πš•β€
πš‚πš˜ πšπšŠπš”πšŽ πš–πš’ πš‘πšŠπš—πš, πš•πšŽπšβ€™πšœ πšπš•πš’ 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚒 πš‹πšŠπšŒπš” 𝚝𝚘 πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πš•πšŠπšŒπšŽ 𝚠𝚎 πš–πšŽπš.
At least I tried..
Into the deep, God’s calling me nearer.
Eyes set on Jesus, I feel less afraid
to plumb His holy mysteries, to trade
the shoreline’s shallow surf for currents dearer.
Immersed within God’s Word, He meets me there
with treasures buried underneath the ink,
invites me of His grace-filled seas to drink,
pledging His own inheritance to share.
The love of God! How could thoughts e’er capture
Christ’s boundless waters of sublime delight?
(unmarred, untainted, free from guile or blight)
Yielded, though, heart bathes in, tastes Love’s rapture.
In worship soul can reach to highest bliss
when Jesus is the King that soul doth β€˜kiss.’
Both had roses red,
One enjoyed the beautiful flower bed,
Unaware of the thorns, he didn't dread.
The other was scared,
of the thorns he did dread.
Scared, what if he bled?
So much on the thorns focused did he,
That one day the roses died and he could only see,
Lamenting, "I couldn't enjoy their beauty!".
The other was content with the roses, he admired them everyday,
till one day, they withered away,
Alas he got to know of the thorns one day.
He smiled at how he didn't know this,
And came to realize,
That sometimes ignorance is bliss,
and it's folly to be wise.
Last two lines were coined by Thomas Gray in his "Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College"
Snipes Apr 16
Would life be easier if I died in your arms
Would it be nice if I greeted death in a smile

Β Β Β Β Β Β I’ve seen how my mood waves views
I’ve seen how happy I am drowning myself
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  I have fallen, being addicted
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β To it all
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Love
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  Intoxication
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  Smiles
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  Aggression

So like hell,Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β So like heaven,
I freeze overΒ Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  I forget it all

I carry the earths weight on my shoulders
So these demons & angels are nonexistent
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β I fall in the image of bliss
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β I fall in the image of bliss
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β I’ll die with it all
Β Β Β Β  Yes, I’ll die with never reaching bliss
But I’ll die happy knowing I can have it all
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β For the rest of eternity
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β To it all
Bipasha Dutt Apr 8
I lose myself in you
like the river merges to the sea
not knowing which is you
not knowing which is I
no distinction
no difference!
Keen Apr 6
As I’ve looked at you,
Your eyes shimmer in the darkβ€”
Blissful perfection.
s Mar 4
The moment those three words left his lips,
my chest nearly imploded from sudden bliss.

I couldn’t help but laugh, and let the tears fall.
Who knew? I had been searching for him, after all.
Name a place free of pain
Or terrain unscathed by
Man-made constraints; where
Hate is never conveyed, and
We shalt make haste to make
Our home therein.
Dilshey Nov 2021
stray thoughts
born from the blue
become daisies when
the sun shines through;
a dark age unravelling
the Elysian fields
from existential glooms
come ethereal yields..
Completing my 100th poem on a high note!
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