Something along with him had got a desperation for clarity.Admist the smoke she found a place to lie down and the warmth of the dim lights were usually addictive.She spoke of the same things,and each time she spoke her faith in the same-ness got more firm.The smell of the smoke took her places she didnt have a memory of.After that she again spoke of the same things.In this Divine space,Gods meditated.They only let their hairs down and hands up.., smoke securing the tenderness of the truth.
A grey blurted.
White-ness followed.
And the smoke kept both of them mysteriously same.
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Something along with her had a desperation for pain. Admist the longing he found a place to lie down and the warmth of her lips were usually addictive. He thought of the same things,and each time he spoke his faith in the things got more firm, even though earlier he spoke of them without any faith. The smell of her hair took him places he had the dreams of, the place with lightest shade of blue in the sky and softest shade of green in the ground with white marble shining smoothly and clean clarity in the serenity. After that he again spoke of the same things. In this clarity, truth found its permanent place. It only let its hands down and pull them up.., peace securing the living proof of the truth.
A white lighted.
bright light followed.
And the moment kept both of them mysteriously a single soul. And the realization of freedom dawned upon one lucky soul and two luckier bodies. May god bless the prophets of love.
Nice. But smoke is just a deceptive wrapping over reality, over change.
a work of enchantment
same..soft...same..soft...
surrending to the blue flame,
so quiet you don't realize it's
warmth until you begin to melt...
into one another, the difference
undiscernable.
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