A new
beginning had to be searched,
A new life
had to be carved out of the silence...
It did not
end at the dead ends,
It was
messed, it was tedious,
To hold back
all the broken pieces,
But a hope
still kept that little strength alive...
Which would
be an inception of the next journey,
The journey
of faith...
It wasn't
supposed to be walked on but utilized,
It was the
intimation of the foundation.
Something
great that could be built again,
Something
that needed effort and patience,
And a heart
that said "YOU CAN DO IT"
The two
equals of the heart,
Angel and the
Devil...
The devils
knew to swim, but the angel would drown them off,
Coz the mind
still pondered to convince the heart,
As the devil
controlled the heart dauntlessly though,
The mind
diverged the course by a tender acquisitiveness,
The angels
were at power and so was the present
Yes the
devils won the game, but little did they know...
She was
falling in love with the dark,
Falling for
the beauty hidden behind the broken pieces of light,
She was on
the verge of giving up but still hunting a reason to smile,
A reason to
stay strong, a reason to stand upright,
Within the
merriment, the devils forgot that serendipity was still waiting for its turn...
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