When she showed her pain and hurt,
I still wanted to love her wounds.
I never knew people could wake,
With different feelings every morning.
Every sunset gives hope of a new dawn,
And every dawn, a promise of sunset.
I am fighting with the universe,
Over what may be a blessing or a curse.
Some People and things removed from my life,
I don't know if they were bliss or grief.
Was it my protection or my punishment,
All that I lost, is it mine to resent?
When there were so many ways to reach out,
Through calls, phone messages, and countless words.
She calls me through her silence,
And I cannot control my responses.
My thoughts may one day stop,
My body will eventually disappear,
My soul may part from it,
Still, my connection stays forever.
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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