"Maa...... Why is it so dark here? I see nothing...."
"Just 9 months my dear. You'll later find a lot of light."
............. These words were the ones I was solaced with when growing by the core. It indeed takes a lot of time to apprehend that exhilaration feels more of a bliss after being out of incarcerations. Being able to suspire in half-comfort is an art that I have mastered upon. I was 0 then, a newborn one now. The tears are snowflakes falling down the cheeks in quietude out of a joy which beholds riches together. Every expression in her face defined kalon- the inner sense of beauty. Some feelings are beyond ethereal, so inexpressible, for a reason that I didn't know speaking that time. My bellows indicated my love- I screamed loud that I'm loving the feel, nobody understood. ℎ . .
Now don't question how can an infant express so much. There is a language y'all never knew, it's called ℎ ℎ . The soul expresses what words cannot justify, personify, edify and glorify. Only those who are multilingual with the knowledge of Empathy, Kindness and Innocence can understand my language. Does someone exist akin to these moralities?
At an instance, I entered into a contradiction that the world has so much rays to enlighten and perk up each grain of the little and gargantuan existence. But we're all misfits who're adored to the maximum, yet those who understand us are minimum. I'm happy for a thing that between these aspects, love stays optimum, a perfect numeral is a lemniscale. I'm an elfin with tiny steps in hot deserts, but I withstood with some facts evolved from a lot of hypothesis. Small minds, small observations, yet significant.
I was adored for having a cute smile, a real one they say. Isn't it sarcastic that those who do not distinguish the body and the soul speak about reality and facts? It takes time to ponder upon the truth that ' ℎ , ' , ' . And, in literal senses, the soul, being empathetic, speaks realistic and aesthetic. The irony that dandelions of truth residing in you fly away with the winds of illusions. Wake up, even a infant has realized this, where are you dormant? There are black holes here who try to absorb all the light, I'll be aware of this as I grow up.
Let me come back to my stereotypes, babies are sweet they say. My mother is someone who loves me the most. The earliest sunrays cleanse me, many hands long to hold me, many lips yearn to touch my cheeks and shower love; the main reason is my maa. She's the moonlight which makes the stars shine. An aura of scented lavenders strike your nostrils as soon as you enter into her garden of affection. I've never confessed this fact to her, I just portrayed myself as an annoying child who cries every now and then for being breastfed and played. Don't I love her too? I might resemble a tyrant, but love is in the air. It's just so fluid and unconditional. I'll write a letter to her birthday next time. I love everyone, and everyone loves me. Living in assumptions gives temporary comfort. I'll be waiting to remove all the bondages of my heart, and confess, one fine day.
That day, will be the day, I'll speak with a perfect choice of words. That day, I'll be a poet, who can pen beautiful metaphors, enough to hit the right chords with a sense of pleasure. I'll be, my mother's son, a good one. I'll be, a practical one, a strong one.
Until then, I'll sleep a lot. Wake me up to fulfill my promises and dreams.
~S r i K r i s h n a P S ___________________________________________________
The lines, "You don't have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body" belong to C.S. Lewis.
Attention Ladies & Gentlemen: We've got a birthday app in the house!!! WOOT! Yep! Mirakee is four years old today! Crazy, isn't it?! And my, how Mirakee has grown! As someone that's been here since the early days, I can hardly believe it! Anyway, I figure we got some celebratin' to do! So, for today, in 20 lines or less, I'd like you to write a poetic piece that tells us what you love about Mirakee, what you've learned through Mirakee, and why you're grateful for Mirakee. That's an easy one for me, so I'll break it down real quick for ya. What do I love about Mirakee? All of you! What have I learned through Mirakee? All about all of you, and many things about the beautiful country of India! Why am I grateful for Mirakee? Well, many reasons actually; but most definitely because Mirakee introduced me to all of you! So happy birthday Mirakee!! And thank you for everything! Love and blessings, Admin Carolyn
PLEASE REMEMBER: ▪English submissions only ▪20 lines or less ▪No hate speech ▪No discrimination ▪No foul language/images ▪No political discussions
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