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  Inside 

  the Heart

   Unmisting the

  Secrets 

  of the dark. 

  Bring your ear 

   Closer 

   Light the Red Lamp 

   And hear as

  I whisper 

  them. 

  Open your beautiful eyes

   Open them 

   And see for Yourself

  Her Orange Hair

  she could move

  mountains

  but she moved

  none

  oh ; what power lay

  beneath

  her fragile mask

  of skin

  igniting her 

  spirit

  into flames and sparks

  flying out of her.

  unconditionally ; 

  enchanting the flowers

  by burning as

  bright as the

  sun,

  and having elegance

  as beautiful

  as the moon.

  her freckles

  danced on her face,

  her eyes sparked

  craziness,

  and her heart felt

  dizziness.

  she was madly drunk

  in love

  with herself.

  she knew her flaws,

  and loved them

  anyway, 

  like they were 

  her strengths… from

  long ago.

  she was not

  flawless,

  she was just

  herself

  and that was 

  enough.

  the dews played around

  her hair,

  orange they were

  like fire.

  and oh, how they breathed

  life

  into the blue of

  her eyes.

  You search for

  Her

  I know

  You do 

  But 

  Darling

  Why do you forget…

  She resides in you?

 

  A body’s Worth

  a body

  is not a body

  it is a shell

  enveloping the whole

  universe;

  rumbling 

  crumbling

  striving – ahead.

  the sun lives

  in the sparkle

  of your bright eyes.

  a window to a world

  named just after you.

  it shines the brightest

  in the dark

  chasing after the

  diminishing light.

  the water breathes

  in your lips.

  words flow in a strong

  stream.

  and when the cold wind blows,

  it burst out; loud and clear.

  sometimes there are high tides

  sometimes there are low

  for sometimes you are high

  and sometimes low.

  the wind gushes in through

  the curved ears

  beckoning secrets to

  retreat inside, in the darkest

  realm.

  the moon is surely the

  mind ; calm and composed

  but even frightfully 

  spontaneous

  urging the tides to flow.

  it revolves around 

  the sun;

  and maybe that is why

  what you think in your mind

  shows in your lovely

  eyes.

  and the heart is

  the moist dirt.

  moistening the trees

  that make place

  in your body as

  high hopes

  and wishes

  anticipating to go 

  out.

  the dirt is the

  root of all

  sorrow and gloom

  and love and bloom.

  it speaks when the

  moon cannot.

  it lives as the 

  water cannot.

  it listens as the

  wind cannot.

  it believes in you as you

  cannot.

  so water the dirt and let it

  grow flowers of colours that

  await you.

  and let it speak.

  loud and clear. 

  Thanks

  Thanks for reading this book of mine. If you enjoyed it, please take a moment to leave a review at your favourite retailer. You are welcome to send comments to me at arunimamehrotra@hotmail.com

  Thanks

  Arunima Mehrotra