The Seed of My Love in the Soil of Her Heart

The person I loved

did not arrive quietly.

She came like weather,

disturbing my inner world.

All ordinary moments felt charged,

even her absence had a presence in my life.

I keep asking myself,

"What does this mean"

But it was not just a thought,

my feelings were real.

It did not feel like guidance,

but something close to recognition.

Like an unfinished longing

finally found a face,

Like an old wound healing,

after hearing its name spoken aloud.

But what feels sacred,

maybe only be familiar pain

dressed as beauty.

My heart was honest,

but it was not clear.

My desire turned fire

into a home I longed for.

A quiet sadness remained,

she was not the one,

who gave me the most dramatic feelings.

She did not leave me breathless,

but she left me settled.

Maybe my heart

had been trained on chaos for too long.

Can my love hold truth,

time, and reality?

A seed may love the rain,

but it grows because of the soil.

So, I have planted my love ,

like a seed in the soil of her heart.

I do not know

if it will bloom one day,

or quietly perish unseen.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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