All that is worth
cherishing...
begins in heart;
All that is worth
detesting...
begins in heart;
All that gives joy...
begins in heart;
All that gives pain...
begins in heart;
All that is satanic...
begins in heart;
All that is godly...
begins in heart;
If you could make...
an image of the heart,
it is origami of heart,
emotions folded,
into pains and ecstasies,
into comics and tragedies,
secret mosaic patterns,
on the walls of heart;
all emotions though nested,
come on the face,
to tell the world the stories,
that we hide inside our heart;
All our life we try to conceal
ourselves,
like seeds sown underneath
sprout out,
but still in absolute secrecy;
Nobody can know the
Absolute,
clothed in Relativity;
The absolute truth...
remains hidden,
in layers.
MyKoul
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