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Orakhal Jul 2020
A Sweet milk

can sour easy

in surp
of second thinking
hybridstorm Jul 2020
I stared with no expression
at the white light
and wondered about black and red.
I wondered what I would do if
things went all but soft and white.
I felt I would wither,
helpless,
weak,
useless.
But
I decided to keep myself happy,
I decided I would put white silk cushions
in my heart's cave
and would invite the rain and winds
to smother me
with cool love
and keep me soft.

                                                        -s­torm-
Alone in the lockdown, in front of screens, one may feel anxious and worried. As mature beings, I think it is best for us to adjust our minds to the thoughts of all kinds of destinies. We go through trauma and get depressed when we have to live lives we never thought we may have to live. At this point in time is when the presence of God the almighty comes in. He is like cool water freezing your boiling and scalded anxious mind. He will give what is best for you, all you need to do keep on worshipping Him and trust your case with him.
Orakhal Jun 2020
As you
lock on
to whats not going well

you remain
a co operative creative component
to that very expression of reality
Orakhal Jun 2020
The New World
now
requires
creators

not
re actors

to conditions
others have already
created
Orakhal Jun 2020
Those
who hurt you most
be muses to the soul

pressing  buttons
you be wearing
telling
of an un-declaring
Orakhal Jun 2020
No one
be your fault

they be your fiction
imagined
as your
fault
Orakhal Jun 2020
A hurt
shy’s away from kindness
A smile
breaks its back of shame
A look
opens its window to a new world
A laugh
weaves a memory to its sail
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