The world holds one ocean,
only known by different names.
My love for her is like that ocean,
she saw me in different ways.
No matter where a river is born,
or how far its journey goes,
it finds its way to the ocean,
becoming its part of it forever.
No matter where she began,
and how she walks through this life,
one day she will reach my soul,
and we will become one again.
I miss her in every small moment,
throughout the day and all of night,
everything feels incomplete,
without her by my side.
I chose her in this life too,
to love her immensely,
even if it means,
she can break my heart.
When se came into my heartheart,
she built a room for us,
started decorating it,
and left before it was done.
The room remains unfinished,
weak, but still standing.
I tried to tear it down,
but couldn't.
Because she built it,
and even in its ruins,
I want to live there,
holding dear, all her memories.
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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