I am not a rock,
I may appear strong,
But I split to pieces,
When pushed beyond limits.
Nor I am the valiant dune,
Fighting the wilderness,
As I faintly dissolve,
Like the scribbles on the sand.
Maybe I am that truth,
That is hard to behold,
Beyond you reckon,
That muddles all that you believed to be real.
Or an illusion,
That you think is beyond your reach,
That may leave you with pain,
And a world of unknowns.
If you want,
I could be that wind,
That sweeps you off your feet,
And blinds you with a fragrance,
That lasts for eternity.
Or the moon,
That appears when you need the most,
In darkest of nights,
Spreading light not shimmering,
That soothes your being.
If you can,
Once free your soul from the worldly traps,
Expunge your dreads and any pulsating threats,
You will feel my heartbeat,
Oscillating rhythmically with yours taking us along to a serene abode.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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Thank you so much Jay 🙏
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This is laced with the beauty and power love has to resurrect and morph us in ways we never knew.
“You will feel my heartbeat,
Oscillating rhythmically with yours taking us along to a serene abode.”I would give an arm and a leg to be with someone like that. Such beautiful words, Shantanu.
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Megha thank you so much for such profound thoughts. Appreciate your comment
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Thanks to you such a beautiful thing you wrote. A thing of beauty to start my day.
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Thank you for adulations. 🌸🤗
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My pleasure.
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