Eternity of serenity
I feel tranquility in my life spreading
The turbulence of youth gradually vanquishing
Reinvigorating the perpetual murmur of heart
Trying to read the language of its utterances
Futile reverences beguiling no more
Suddenly realizing the hard to believe truth
Everything appears deceptive and fake now
The path I was scuttling on seems serrated
Jagged with the thorns of irony and myth
It was like a fable of a dream though I enjoyed it
But tales can never come true I discriminate now
The staleness of behaviors becoming so obvious
No more enthusiasm to meet in reverie
Blindfold ness of love not there to be immersed in
Out of the blue I realized the obscurity of love
It can’t be so enigmatic momentary and murky
It ought to be infatuation only not the true love
Profoundness of obsession culminated in to love
But the love is something different…
Love is everlasting that lives on to create its own life
It renders total surrender and submission
Providing profound serenity to the soul
The forfeiting of egos ethos and whims together
It demands giving without the lust of getting
Love is acceptance without questioning exceptions
Love is a reflective feeling of devotion surviving till ultimate
True love is something hard to find, I now realize
Commuting for some times together may be called some craze,But can never be termed as love I now comprehend desolately
The turbulence of youth gradually vanquishing
Reinvigorating the perpetual murmur of heart
Trying to read the language of its utterances
Futile reverences beguiling no more
Suddenly realizing the hard to believe truth
Everything appears deceptive and fake now
The path I was scuttling on seems serrated
Jagged with the thorns of irony and myth
It was like a fable of a dream though I enjoyed it
But tales can never come true I discriminate now
The staleness of behaviors becoming so obvious
No more enthusiasm to meet in reverie
Blindfold ness of love not there to be immersed in
Out of the blue I realized the obscurity of love
It can’t be so enigmatic momentary and murky
It ought to be infatuation only not the true love
Profoundness of obsession culminated in to love
But the love is something different…
Love is everlasting that lives on to create its own life
It renders total surrender and submission
Providing profound serenity to the soul
The forfeiting of egos ethos and whims together
It demands giving without the lust of getting
Love is acceptance without questioning exceptions
Love is a reflective feeling of devotion surviving till ultimate
True love is something hard to find, I now realize
Commuting for some times together may be called some craze,But can never be termed as love I now comprehend desolately


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