yuktibhatiaaaHi, I really liked your way of writing and would love to have u as the co-author of my upcoming anthology 'The Broken wings'. If interested do connect with me at @yuktibhatiaaa on insta. You will be charged a minimal amount for it. pls dont mind if I have already contacted u.
If at all I get blessed uniquely by any chance, To hold some invisible powers, for instance, I would be a devil in the cloak of priest for sure, Devil to reveal the devil, in the ways obscure.
My pen would gallop like a dark horse of the race, Whenever it leaves on the white grass, it's blue trace, My fingers would ride on it, unveiling each cunning fox, Stripping off the derm of snakes who buried the truth in witness box.
All the false judgements shall be written and discarded, Crimes and criminals shall be dug out and bombarded, Sheer justice to the victims shall be served, until my fingers bleed, My ink won't spare a moment to relax, from sins until this Earth gets freed.
My pen shall play multiple roles, paint with kaleidoscopic inks, Until the barren land turns fertile, poverty and illiteracy shrinks, Every plate has bread, every womb bears a seed, Even the tiniest worm feels secured, no eyes bleed.
The huts blink with bliss, each bird hums the rhymes of mirth, Rivers hold enough to quench oceanic thirst, blessed is each creature's birth, Forests echoes with ecstatic roars, smells with multiple fragrances until infinite ages, Glossaries reflect 'Euphoria' as the synonyms for 'Earth' in all the existing languages.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood And there she stood, twilight hanging Over her shoulders, she heard love sing To her, its promises of bliss thickened The air, so she choked on them each Time she drew a breath, but there was Something else too, her heart that had Been battered, crushed and torn apart In the name of love, its pieces were Seduced by the glitter of power.
Wearing her dilemma as a blindfold, She went around in circles, pouring The shards of her heart into the soil, Her tears quickened the womb of The earth and there sprung up a Forest of hungry fruit, with a passion For power, seasons came and went, And yet blind she was still, till one day The clamoring of the trees was loud Enough to drown love's song, and its Promises of bliss dissolved under the Aroma of the hungry fruit ripening.
yuktibhatiaaaHi, I really liked your way of writing and would love to have u as the co-author of my upcoming anthology 'The Broken wings'. If interested do connect with me at @yuktibhatiaaa on insta. You will be charged a minimal amount for it.
Most of us are dead at 30, but burried in our 80's. This life of ours is such a beautiful opportunity to explore ourselves and exhibit the best version to the world. Let's not waste it by wasting time.
I am compiling a book about and have an opportunity for you. Kindly DM me to my Instagram account : @heart_scribes. Hoping for a positive response. Please don't mind if I have already contacted you.