"The most exquisite face wrinkles and droops with age Roses too must wither, mocking man's desire for any eternal beauty in materiality Death will destroy the buds of youth, Cataclysms will demolish the grandeurs of this earth But nothing can destroy the splendor of the astral cosmos"
Many forms, but crystalline perfection; Mystics pine, on the meaning of raging storms; In lieu of real connection. We can Appreciate the beauty that is laid before. Before our time, and we veer Without axis, & detached from direction.
My favorite pursuit of happiness is to recite the enchanting verses from the beauteous Quran. To be lost in its splendor. To Mesmerize myself with its grandeur. Breath with pure sublimity. I can wipe out my woes and blues. And rise to the majestic heights of glee, like an uncaged eagle who soared to be free.
The love of my life runs through my veins It can't be a lie that makes me feel safe All the jewels of emotions come into the phrase Neutralizing stabilised thoughts for a place Concluding I hope to get my precious gains
The Brain and Heart are my soul locators Giving me purpose to live and aware Following into happiness of my favorite sphere Inside the self loving treatment of geared individuals
I dig into my thoughts of shallow waters Growling into the fact of curious matter I am no more the master to my beloved grandeur I lost hope into the Truth of love for my serious self desire.