My Detachment is Never Unlove

I was attached to her,

and I was afraid

The closer I clung,

the more I feared her absence.

My love was never false,

but attachment weakened my bond.

I turned devotion into possession

because my mind feared losing

what it held too tightly

My love was real,

yet attachment gave birth to insecurity.

My ego kept asking,

Will this love last forever?

Will she never change?

Then I realised

true love cannot be trapped

inside promises of forever.

My love was genuine,

but my heart trembled

because the ego demanded certainty.

Now I love her without clinging,

for her presence and her love.

Perhaps her heart mistook

my detachment for abandonment.

Still, my love endures.

My love remains fearless,

because it is no longer chained by attachment.

Maybe it is not always visible

but it will never vanish.

My heart senses the eternal bond,

while the mind still questions it.

The world moves through time and change,

but my soul longs for eternity,

for something beyond birth and death.

My love feels both eternal and fragile,

divine and human at once.

Detachment, but deeply alive,

it carries uncertainty,

because the human heart lives

between the temporary and the timeless.

My love flows without chains,

it trusts without demanding

it reflects the eternal

within the human heart.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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