Some bonds bloom like morning flowers,
Others fade like evening shadows.
Destiny writes some stories fully,
While some remain as hum in the wind,
Yet each has a purpose, a lesson to give.
Love is not always meant to be held,
Not always meant for keeping or owning.
It lives in memory, in feeling, syncs with soul,
A universal life force that flows beyond,
Teaching us that freedom is the heart of love.
Some love remain unfinished,
Not for lack, but for deeper meaning.
They show us detachment, patience and truth,
Is the essence of love, not in possession,
But the ability to let go and simply feel.
Every meeting joins through karmic pasts,
Some bonds are short, yet powerful.
They awaken truths, settle debts, or stir our soul,
Incomplete love is never meaningless,
It is a step in the journey of being.
Worldly time may not see their course,
But the heart remembers them forever.
Some love stay unfinished,
Not because they are weak,
But because their depth was too big for this life.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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