So many illusionary barbs are waiting to hurt, in invisible world they always hurt
Don't ask about that pain, it's soul silencing one, soul breaking one
Soul wants to be free, but soul have amnesia and it didn't know that this world is not free
Now soul is crying, it's locked in the flesh, that's why soul is crying.
Gates of soul cage is protected by something which looks like bramble branches, pin point branches
Soul is not trying to come out because it can feel those scratches, bloody scratches
Some pain crosses metaphysical boundaries, foggy boundaries
Where we can meet our whispering fear, faceless fear.
Device which hurts our inner world has to be powerful, so much powerful
But the truth is, most of the pain is just a creation of our mind, our mechanical mind
We are battling between real spiritual world and fake materialistic world, just a word is the world?
Dreams are still feeling the dreamy wounds, like actual wounds.
It's a killing point, ancient knife point
Point which turns people into warriors, gives birth to warriors
Pain and pleasure never share a place, where both meets it's not a place
Pain is born, thorn.
"This is my original and opinionated work".
(Pictures are edited and used from the Canva application).
Thanks and regards,
Chiranjeevi Sarikonda
(Spread Love, Spread Kindness)
Stay Blessed
