💔.....🖋️....📜

I once knew pain, courtesy of one,
Who left me scarred, without any weapon.
But time has passed, and I've found my way,
To happiness, in a brand new day.

With pen and paper, my constant friends,
I find hope and peace ,that never amends .
No more yesman, no more tears,
Just the joy of words, and calm clear years.

The legends of Hindi ocean, I adore,
Prem,Shankar,dinkar,nirala, and more.
Their words, the rollercoaster of emotion ,
Inspiring me to lift and to put, of my portion.

Like Kabir's dohe, my thoughts now unfold,
Like Tulsi chaupai, my heart finds its gold.
The Bhakti movement's fire, let burn within me,
To guide my pen, to set my emotions free.

My cycle and it's speed,...