Akin mystery of the screen saver
The posterior draws nigh
You know there is accompanying rich dew behind the nimbus
In spite of vivid contrast in state
You just can’t miss it in discernment
Posterior
Dawning
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Continued from “The Yellow Card.”
There lies a place, an eternal carnelian, one before all things, securely concealed from the initial scrutiny of naked eye. At the very core of the microscope’s essence in a curious display of attention to detail. A paradise from whence glows the ultimate human dream in brilliant magnificence, indescribable beauty and purity of perfection. Her doings stand apart from the rest, silencing all in depiction of the vivid distinction between mortal and immortal, a distinct conscience prod to all and sundry in public statement of the existence of a reality-beyond-our-reality… a hearty rejuvenation in quest for freedom and a silent confession that the seeker’s adventure forges on, individually and collectively; for non is complete, till this gem in authentic substance is beheld in consummation. Continue Reading…
Continued from last week…
He frowned at the contrast between the beautiful glowing face and the image depicted by the tattoo. How could the two exist together? Talking of discrepancies, this day seemed to present more than just one illustration on the matter. He felt like one lost in a hostile wilderness going round and round in circles of motion with no progress.
“Are you okay sir?” Came the gentle voice underlined with delicate innocence that caused his heart to race fast. Continue Reading…
There exists the great mystery of all times, once concealed, now revealed, securely holding the chords of life together. Like a bride on a bright sunny D-day morning she patiently stands still, eagerly awaiting the grand moment of unveiling, for the kiss of grace that completes humanity in perfect love.
