On healing in gallant echoes

I ponder over the hues of the zealous beauty of the sky,

In the yonder of nothingness, time in its mirth passes by.

The heavens and the earth, the kindness and the ugliness both coincide with their fate,

Man pounds across the existence that seems too baneful to clean the slate.

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Lapsing in my stride, garnering the bounty tunes of what today lies,

I danced with the wind and bid the wearies of my past its final goodbye.

Escapism when embraced nourishes the soul with the temperance of impermanent joy.

The joy that vanquishes in its essence when the truth of being expels its ploy.

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Enclasping the presence of breaths, I wish to conquer what lies in the hands of the present day,

Who might know what the wheels of time bemoan to forge in life’s play?

Glory and downfall beckon their embosoming season as we fall into a trance,

Of riding in the counterfeited fallacies of being in control of our story outside the peripheral glance.

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Wondering in the silence of the gallant echos of the beauty that surmounts me,

How miraculous it is to be someone like each one of us who dances in the nothingness of mortality!

In the celebration of joy, the conundrums of silence that once rendered the soul now mourn their death.

As I chose to heal in the loudness of the beauty of me that dances in every breath

-Hridya Sharma