The constant state of war,
Between the mind and the heart,
Stuck in the fall of two worlds,
The spirit longs for her peace.
The yin-yang of emotions,
Clashes within the soul to leave or to love,
Poisons the cloud of thoughts,
Leaving the stone of a man in its wake.
Her starlit eyes, her heavenly smile,
Her heartless words, her frost-laden stare,
And the capricious echo of past,
Plagues the sleepless night.
So flawed are the men,
But does thy flaw make a man?
Learning to live or living to learn,
Becomes the crossroad of man,
For now I face the crossroads,
Alone, retrieving the fragmented hope,
Wrapped in chains of ancient gold,
Yearning, to be whole.
-Virendra Salvi,
Navi Mumbai

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