“Love is the way messengers
from the mystery tell us things.
Love is the mother
we are her children.
She shines inside us,
visible-invisible, as we trust
or lose trust, or feel it start to grow again.”
Losing you inside was an attack
numerous times, the cracks made
me think like a slow tortoise. Love
inside was like Bloody Mary,
I still felt woozy from the cocktail.
Love was invisible in the morning
shine, asking me not to trust the
wine. Again, it’s the time to fall
for the destiny, feelings are knocking
at the door, why to stop?
Losing turned to be activation of the
inner side, gaining meant to be the
revival of the new vibes. Losing and
gaining both, have an account to
link either with the past or the future
to come. So, enjoy the motherly love
inside all the souls, meant to be
loved and loved by.
Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar
PHOTO BY PEXELS