One’s Wish!

Meet the one where sun meets moon There, where physche is an ardour There, where one is no more clad There, where two souls fuse Under those scintillated stars Snagging each one apart, as deeper Where their imaginations are lucid Where their mind are subsets Where their souls consolidate Where lies their single credence Where…

World, An Orthodox ?

While, the actual world Surmises in body sham. The girl’s credence, Lies in locution. Locution, her bona fide psyche. Well, Her soul is unclad and free which lacks guise and gauge. Flaps from then on Oh! Like a avian of the sky Contemplates, How hypnoitic is her thoughts. Discerns, How being ripe made her aged…