The Divine Debt
The divine debt is not owed in prayers-it’s paid in realizations and this poem collects what you didn’t know you borrowed.
Vishwas Vaidya
The divine debt is not owed in prayers-it’s paid in realizations and this poem collects what you didn’t know you borrowed.
A surreal gaze reveals the truth faster than words because your eyes confess the secrets your voice refuses.
A fleeting moment isn’t brief-it’s a warning that something important happened while you were looking away.
A wandering kite looks free until you notice the string and this poem asks who’s really holding yours.
Life’s pearls aren’t earned-they’re noticed and this poem exposes the ones you stepped over without realizing their worth.
The young moments you rush past are the ones shaping you in silence and this poem holds the ones you forgot to keep.
Lips speak what words avoid. This poem reminds you how power hides behind the touch you refuse.
Gold letters don’t shine-they cut. This tryst uncovers the promise, the danger, and the temptation hidden in every elegant line.
Dreams are meant to heal-but when they’re wounded, they whisper truths louder than any scream.
A foreword isn’t the beginning-it’s the key. This piece leads you into a book of poems with a door no one warned you about.
