True Love

Love, a journey of both sweet and bitter,

But often lost in hidden fear.

Is it freedom or just a need,

Is it a heart’s true call or fear’s greed?

When we hold too tight, we bind,

Possessiveness comes to mind.

Worry and fear starts to grow,

Is this love, or just sorrow.

True love stays calm and free,

Does not ask for a loyalty fee.

It gives without keeping tally,

And steady like the ocean waves, truly.

Ego wants control,

To keep love in tight hold.

But real love flows like a river,

A sweet dream, pure and clear.

When our heart is full and bright,

Love comes easy with pure delight.

No fear and no need to own,

As love grows from seeds we have sown.

So, ask yourself, my dear friend,

Is love a means or just an end.

From inside does it rise?

Or is it a mask for many to disguise.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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