Sometimes,
two souls come together,
when the stars don’t align,
when life doesn’t follow a plan.
They are not perfect,
their paths are not straight lines,
but rather maps filled with scars,
Each wound tells a story.
Small cracks,
forgotten memories,
unfulfilled dreams,
they come carrying it all.
Amidst the chaos,
they see each other in each other,
not as something new,
but as someone familiar,
as if already living in the heart.
When two flawed hearts meet,
it is a quiet storm,
an attraction that is unpredictable,
but also, impossible to escape.
It does not ask for logic,
it does not seek explanation,
Just a silent understanding,
as if to say, “This is how I am broken too.”
It's not about perfection,
or having all the answers,
it's about the courage,
to accept each other's flaws.
And in that acceptance,
even if the wounds don't heal,
they are no longer alone.
Two souls, incomplete,
but together they feel whole.
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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