THE RESURRECTION TO LOVE.
love had found me writhing in pain, I was a weakling bearing the rains. All my sores lay bare and naked and I, in a helpless state, not even able to acknowledge or empathize with my own suffering. Colours of my aura lay submerged under grief. a heavy cloud of gloom was playing havoc with my already failing heart… tears were less and the burdens of life ached my fragile shoulders. Just when life had begun to disappoint and the breath a burden to bear….you appeared at my timeline’s horizon.. just immediately, the pains numbed and the heart was re-educated with the skill of beating. Like a nostalgic memory, my happiness returned sluggishly to erase all the pain that had scarred my soul. My almost amputated limbs grew themselves new skin and I forged majestic wings. The joy of being alive burst at my rejoiced heart. I had been RESURRECTED TO LOVE.