HEARTY REVELATIONS

I think my Love is lost. I searched Him in your eyes, I searched Him in your touch, But nowhere He was found, Neither in your heart, nor in your words. I thought He must be hiding behind your truthful soul, But the path to your soul was not open for me anymore. And now without Love my life is not the same, As gradually one thing I came to understand: The “Love” that I lost is an overrated crap, Whose “fairy tales” & “soulmate sagas” are just here to trap. And behind these traps, lie an unknown fact, That “Love” is an eternal soul with feelings intact. And just as any other soul, it just exists, And once in touch, it’s hard to resist. So, this soulful Love is without any form, And for our human mind it’s beyond the norm. So here’s a paradox,  That the  “Love” I lost,  is actually a hoax, Been fed to me by the minds of all those love defining folks. Cause “LOVE” can neither be found nor can be lost. It can just be invoked by a

When I was young, I had been told, several times to be matured. They warned me that time is fleeting, You need to win in everything you are competing. But I was just an average child, Who lived in clouds & danced with smile. But as been told, time did changed, And everything turned out to be really strange. The things were alike, the people were same, All of them still existing with their new quirks & vain. The petty thoughts & things were all around, While soulful notions were hard to found. And whims & fancies were still there, May be it was me who they were not able to lure. So how it feels to get finally mature? And all that I could write & be assure: My feelings are numb & the pain is all gone, My heart stll beats, in this city of stone.

I am not what you think I am, I am neither black nor white, I am neither fat nor thin, I am neither a “form” that can be defined, Nor an “item” that can be possessed. You can either say good of me or say bad, Your words can neither change me nor yourself. You like to judge me & love the harm they do. Yet your words can never stop me to get it through. I am a fragment let loose by the universe, A fragment that embodies a human form, A form that can get me back to my reality, A reality that you are also a part. And as parts of the same thing can never be alike, This alikeness is what makes me “ME” & so do “YOU” So, I am not what you think I am…