The You, That Was Unreal

The real her is not her that I loved,

My real love was for that person,

Whom my mind and heart portrayed,

The image I set on her, a treason.

I fell for my own imagination,

That was born out of my love, pure.

Now I realised that it was a distraction,

And a sickness that never had a cure.

I was addicted to the idea of someone,

Expecting her to complete me as whole.

The key to my happiness it not with one,

But in all that I do, makes me a good soul.

She was a dream, I created from my vision,

I should've left her there forever to reside.

I let her write my script for my joys, a failed mission,

A fool was I, not knowing joy is always inside.

My heart like a pet dog, expected it to fetch,

Betraying myself and living in my own fear.

I was chasing the one that I will never catch,

Was running to a destination that was never there.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.