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My Kind Heart

Nov 9, 2024
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By Vikas Yadav


After a very long while my heart started to beat again as if someone has performed Kintsugi on it and has mended its broken pieces. 

It started to feel the spirit of a heartbeat as if it never experienced pain when it felt this for the first time, 

It started to believe in its own paradise while being in a desolate world as if its world was never shattered before, 

It started to associate its inner self with outside others as if it was never let down, 

It started to pour out itself as if it was always acknowledged, 

It started to load itself as if the abyss was its only limit, 

It started to believe the cosmos as if it was the only companion, 

It started to live as if the realities never existed and, 

It started to love as if its fantasies were always met. 

But again there came an end to every start or maybe a new beginning or maybe Kintsugi was never ever performed on it and those pieces still remain untouched?


By Vikas Yadav


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