illussions of pride

How life laughs at a face that cries, at a face that it recognizes not as its own, and in 

a secret relief behind the curtains of mockery, painted in colors of artificial sympathies,

lies the most dangerous criminal of the known mind's unalterable creations- the 

human ego- which wants to live but betraying the scent of love in simple hearts

born to touch the awakening of a divine journey towards human enlightment

and the ultimate , soulful freedom from the all-controlling, omnecient ego, that

forever has to stay bonded in its own illussion of pride....

The End

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