Beyond the mist

ByRoopal Arora

I am searching for myself,that blissful light,

To find myself and make everything delightful,right

I long the whisper of my own voice,

The beat of my heart,my own choice 

In peace, I search for myself,

A whisper of a heart,that’s still the same

I long to connect,to find my way,

To the heart of me,where love and happiness can play 

In uncertainty,I lost my voice,

Forgot the purpose that make my heart rejoice 

A challenging path,to find my way back,

I moved on my path,lost in haze,

Forgot love that sets my soul ablaze

You are not lost,you are not alone,

Your heart still beats,your soul’s not gone

Reclaim your purpose,let your soul soar,

Find your way back,to yourself and more

To soul of my own,painful and difficult track

Lost in the haze of daily grind,

I search for soul that makes me shine

But in peace,I will find my path,

And discover the love that gave me breath

Roopal Arora is a dynamic and multitalented writer based in Delhi. With a diverse range of roles, she thrives as an IT professional, freelancer educator, author, blogger and writer. Her expertise extends to being Microsoft, Buncee, Wakelet educator, OCP and SAP professional and Brainmaths professional showing her commitment to education and technology. She is serving as Manager Technical at Marucom, she exemplifies leadership and technical accumen. She is a beautiful writer lending her insightful voice to writing firms. Her life is a masterpiece woven with threads of literature and research. She is a shining example of artistry and dedication. She believes in the power of choosing just the right word to convey her thoughts most beautifully to the world. Her contributions to literature have earned her a rightful place in literary and artistic world. Her life is a blend of love and literary brilliance. Her path to her achievement is a testament to her unwavering love for writing and her relentless pursuit of her literary dreams. Her different experiences have not only shaped her as a person but also honed her distinct talent for writing. She envisions a future where her words continue to inspire and resonate deeply with her readers. Her creative flair shines as Creative Coordinator and her honours, features in numerous books, magazines and websites underscores her impact and recognition in her field.

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