Proofs and Theories

The simmering terrors of its essence set its fangs deep,

Trembling with the exasperation of toil, I tirelessly strive in the endeavours of the promises to keep

Enthralled with the beauty of existence, the soul once danced in the madness of rain,

Alas the proofs and theories of adulthood, lay its being as the mortal bane.

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Is adulthood a beautiful quest or a painful experience, one ought to think,

Life brutal in its serves, pours the whims of pragmatism overwhelming the existential brink.

I trod with caution over the fragile line of the callous independence and togetherness confined,

Forgiveness in its mighty realm blurs the trail of animosity and peace that lies predefined.

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The bounty benevolence of time belies to be its fleeting passage in the thin air of strife,

Moments of unbearable pain and desolation transform into the gratitude of being alive.

While the heart still yearns for the nostalgic times of childhood’s unsolicited glee,

Living in the moment where our feet stand forges us to be free.

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The simmering trails of its presence still run deep,

In the traces of the duties that are bound and the vows, one must keep.

Yet its magnanimity pleases the soul in the radiance of its duality that one sees,

The beauty of morality breathes its quintessence in the contradiction of poetry.

-Hridya