deceit

oh my dear story...

forgive me for not telling you right!

i was busy getting fooled by the illusion of time.

song

a silent breeze settles into the night

the trinket softly whispers

the breeze is back and is silent again

faith

then, tell me oh my dear prophet, what is that of the anonymous, caring, stalker?

glazed

 the wind silently shake up the trees and the leaves fall, flutter and fly.

Light

 

as the ego sets down,
the heart and the mind reflects the soul

நகை

 பூத்து ஒளிரும் பூந்தூறல்

Redemption

From Nothing, comes happiness.

Then comes Grace.

And only then, we become.