I donot hold onto  my love

when it does not want to be held....

Love can only breathe in freedom,
Only felt, never really possessed.

Cherry blossoms remind me of the fresh and fragrant

essence of  love,

pure and undiluted,

simple and basic.

When eyes first meet we know who it is

changed form, but that very self
That very mirror image.

Sometimes, difficult to rekindle the flame

Because of its potential to burn.

Keeping a calculated distance,

Yet knowing every bit of it right from the start..

When convinced that its not meant to be,

Effortful avoidance starts becoming painful..
Self-doubts surface, questioning instincts.. 

Instincts may not always be at their best but they never fail, 

nor does love.

The power of ignorance veils it up, 

Every thread of its fabric simply a reminder of that which 

remains hidden...

Nothingness is not emptiness.

Its filled with divine purity.

Love in a unique manifestation....

 acquiring two Godblessed beautiful forms....