Friday, January 4, 2019

Evolve

Frivolous beings
Looking for the one

The stars are many
Like beauty and mind in harmony

Love isn't a game, lost or won
No such thing as 'The One'

Self-love, quintessential of valour and wisdom
Yet we are blinded by pseudo-pleasures

Mother, teach me more
Transform my spiritual core

Show me your colors, stark
The red that shines even in the dark

The red that bleeds withing us,
Not blood, but love.

-Aditi Shetty

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