Occult Lure

Tinkering the disjoin
Cohered to the perplexed 
Adapted to sustain in
the flare of a wildfire 
by the holocaust.


Facing the harsh tides
playfully ventured into
the mighty gallant. 
A new ray of hope
arises in your wings.


Merging the horizons,
embracing you as truth.
Incited in an occult lure.
Radiance of your grace
lit my kingdom of dejection.



Completeness concluded at
this juncture of arrogant ardor.
Stranded aloof at the shores of
today,awaiting to conclude in 
the sanctums of tomorrow.


Picture courtesy to: Mysterious Smoky Portraits by Federico Bebber

About Piusha

Futile writer,enjoys reading anything under sun.Still on a quest to find a new facet within me.
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