Those barbarous men took all my felicity and killed me with their adze. Each piece of my fragmented heart endured a lot of angst. By defiling a dauntless belle they exalted their brutality. The ferocious act of theirs, brought me to a state of chasm. Now, they see me as an abominable creature forgetting, their own hands are the yielder. I was dreaming to open my eyes in a wondrous terrane, whilst, I was drowned in the arms of a scummy tribe. I’d been through hell I’d long been stained indeed, my purity isn’t lost.
It’s always absurd To give up everything and run after something that’s never been achieved without even knowing if thats anyway possible A total dreamer missing everything at every point believing in instincts that are just abstract emotions Maybe its
Sixth sense, a magical phenomenon, a super natural phenomenon, a gift bestowed upon some people by the Supreme Lord. Each and everyone has got sixth sense; Only those who are spiritually connected to God, Experience the direct perception of truth.