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the sheer mechanics of having a prayer, is far beyond the scope of mortal men.
we have our doubts. and our envy. and we flock to joy -
if there be Love.

born in the middle of all possible worlds. we dwell amongst ourselves, like savage ghosts.
we float upon the most empty. conjuring our heavens in a frenzy of denial.
our hells have wings,

and who but one of you; could have ever thought of such a thing ?
 Jan 2018 Bek Blanchard
Miss Me
Sing me a song pretty one
   There upon your perch

Yes let me see
   The stretch of your wings

How beautiful you are
   Left in a trance

How light and serene you can be
   I long to sit upon a perch

Where I can sing from my soul
   And set it free
Love is like a flower
It can be so delicate
And when you are seduced    
with its beauty and delicacy
You will want to pluck it.
But plucking, in essence,
Kills the flower
Love is different.
Love is leaving it be;
Letting it flourish
and growing with the flower.
Love is watering the flower
when it needs it.
Love is letting the flower
Live among its kind
if it desires it.
Love is appreciating,
Love is beautiful
but when one tries to control
or mold someone into an idea,
this is when love dies
The fairy of the ruins
Dances away to life's rythm
Chanting tales of the past

Holding together the cracks of time
Sharing her beauty with the dead
Dusting away broken cobwebs
Eternally cradling hearts
Of angels and demons alike

Seeing through imperfections
Of our flawless cores
Rising to her strength
Beautifully as ever

As if it's her only purpose
Watching over wondering eyes
And crumbling souls
Marvelling at the grandeur
Of what once was

Breathing the oldness
As a reminder of the present
Blessed are those
Who meet these Apasaras
Weaving light into our paths
Living deep within
the ruins  of our souls...
And in the monuments of people we meet.

Have you ever met an Apsara so pure?
Who invokes the love we can be...
Who embraces the love that we are.
- Divya Prasad
She emerged like a lotus
Unsullied from the mud
A heart so pure
A handful of lotuses
And eyes, gleaming with love.
Her warm smile
Opened the petals of my heart
She appeared to my eyes
As one in the world
Yet not from it.
- Divya Prasad
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