melody of spiritual monsoon...

...painting a picture of truth that never saw the eye of its own creator. Hence, this truth could make its tears fall from someone else's eyes and then laugh as if experiencing salvation for the first time... in a completed realization of unchallenged revenge. Now, I too have learnt the bitter lesson that someone else's tears are always beautiful to the eyes that has never felt the breaking of its own heart-beats into a million watery pearls of breathing light finally freed from the suffocating thunder of roaring human tragedies... In suffering comes - the light of wisdom to silence the war of thunders born out of desires, unable to see their own destruction, and- brings the sweet melody of spiritual monsoon... unwrapping a rainbow night of dreams, floating in the unexplored heights of heaven...
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