There is someone in my room who stares through my soul
There is a beckoning stance of reverence that I behold towards it, the one that knows my goal 
I hold a glance, a glance of amour that it bestows on me 
I look at him with a hopeful stance, one who sees the light even when the darkest hour tries to engulf the glee.

Off the nights that gallop, of the abstinence that the days bring
In every winter I face, he smiles at me like it is the summer that sings
Scattered in my thoughts, joy often loses its way
Enamored in the stillness of his presence, the hues of hope find their essence amid the shades of grey.

Forged in the fire of perseverance, I bleed in the syllables that humaness silently records 
In the confounding conundrums of confusion, I find myself in eternal discord.
Oh, how beautiful is the duality of life when aloofness sits by your side 
Yet in the solace of the voices, I find his peaceful sight.

The dark sands of time often leave me cold
Yet his smile forged me into the beauty untold 
There is a Painting of Krishna that stares me gallantly in my room
Oh, I bow to his eternal stream, the one that brings me out of the incessant doom.

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