the fire of being

in moments of languish, and slowly bokeh lights
hailing loss of sanity, and fading, waning life-
suddenly derailed momentum, in a burst of fire
that brings forth revival, in a quest for survival,
the zeal flares incandescent, burning hot-
show me the ways the universe knows not,
you breath into my soul, touch, heal, attain,
you whisper me into being, and I am alive, again!

N.B. happiness takes many forms. poetry is also one of them. poetry as tribute, and for keepsakes, is another. love, G.

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About Guria

An Artist in Science: A Misfit 'cause I choose to be one. "Whenever you find that you are on the side of the majority, it is time to reform" And a Maverick, because, I'm... umm... brilliant?
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4 Responses to the fire of being

  1. Sidharth says:

    An astounding presentation of imagery through skillful usage of words, thank you for sharing such a wonderful post! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them 😊


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