by Bhavya Prabhakar, India

“Love is the way messengers

from the mystery tell us things.


Love is the mother

we are her children.


She shines inside us,

visible-invisible, as we trust

or lose trust, or feel it start to grow again.”


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Losing you inside was an attack

numerous times, the cracks made


me think like a slow tortoise. Love

inside was like Bloody Mary,


I still felt woozy from the cocktail.

Love was invisible in the morning


shine, asking me not to trust the

wine. Again, it’s the time to fall


for the destiny, feelings are knocking

at the door, why to stop?


Losing turned to be activation of the

inner side, gaining meant to be the


revival of the new vibes. Losing and

gaining both, have an account to


link either with the past or the future

to come. So, enjoy the motherly love


inside all the souls, meant to be

loved and loved by.


Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar



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