Poetry

Confused

ConfusedIn your loveFelicity or a curseTweaking me into an unknown worldAn enmity is the cost against every oneNo way to explainWhat kind of love is thisDistressed,It's like self-tormentYou and world on opposite shoresAnd I find myself mid of the seaThe only way to pacifyLet me cry wholeheartedlySo I can atleast die peacefully @Maya

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Vision-72 “Fruitive Activity”

Fruitive activity is the root cause of all distress and happiness, and that even if there is a superior authority, some superhuman powerful God or gods, He or they are also under the influence of fruitive activity because they reward result according to one's action. They say that action is not independent because action is… Continue reading Vision-72 “Fruitive Activity”