About the one's we will never find.
That is how love plays inside us,
Happiness and turmoil it often causes.
Dreams are not always real,
So is she / he, a part of how we feel.
We are fools, searching all that in her / him,
Our dreams and thoughts are unclear / do not rhythm.
Like the sun and moon,
She / He too is one among nature's boons.
Not meant to be real or true,
Like the rainbow during the rain with hue.
For our random thoughts, do not whine,
Let it be and everything will be fine.
It's all a game that our minds play,
Be a player, play well as it's nature's way.
All that we imagine, our minds proactiveness,
Don't take it seriously, this too shall pass.
A person of our thoughts,
An illusion she/he is, a tempestuous.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
*Gender neutral poem, women can use him and her instead of she and her and vice versa for men.
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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