By Kritika Tanwar
Not that I believe in the multiverse,
But the whimsical thesis to be with you.
Not that I believe in afterlife,
But the seraphic scenery to behold you.
Not that I believe in worship,
But the pious devotion to chant you.
Not that I believe in phantoms,
But the insatiable desire to possess you.
Not that I believe in the red thread of fate,
But the tantalising ecstasy to trace you.
Not that I believe in beliefs,
But the power they hold to unite the 'non-destined'-me and you.
honestly, it feels like longing wrapped in words. this is insanely well written. :)
I don’t even know how to explain it, but this really stayed with me.
So beautifully written
The way disbelief transforms into its own kind of faith here is honestly consuming :3
The way disbelief transforms into its own kind of faith here is honestly consuming :3
feels so sacred and dangerously beautiful<3