When the evil failed to trap me,
it sent her, my beautiful one,
as evil rarely comes as ugly,
and left silence rotting inside me,
I cared more about
how she made me feel.
than for the wounds
waiting ahead.
A lesson disguised as fantasy,
killing me where nothing else could.
I believed my feelings
were wiser than reality,
but even my own heart deceived me.
Days and nights, sun and moon,
storms and winds,
tsunamis and volcanoes,
diseases and disasters,
everything begins and everything ends.
Everything that is born dies,
that which blooms withers.
Everything with a beginning,
meets an end.
But thoughts of her remain endless.
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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