One Sided Love ? Paradox or Blessing ?

By Harshit Gupta

No vows exchanged, promises concealed,

In my heart, love was revealed.

A lighthouse in the storm, my guiding star,

Unspoken love, felt from afar.

In the Gita's silent script unfurled,

Akarma's dance, a mystical world.

In actions pure, desires retire,

A realm untouched by selfish fire.

In the realm where souls may or may not dwell,

Thoughts dance beyond intelligence's tell.

Confessions break the trance at times,

Yet mostly hidden, in dreams love climbs.

Butterflies awaken at the glimpse of you,

A melody in your voice, a tune ever true.

As our souls entwine, a gentle touch,

Goosebumps dance, emotions clutch.

How it Feel-

Goosebumps, akin to divine grace,

Admiration, akin to a mother's embrace.

Pain as sharp as the cruelest knife,

Heaven's embrace, in love's rife.

Lessons forgotten, whispers in the breeze,

Adoration blooms, a garden of ease.

No wisdom echoes, no memories invoke,

Just a silent gaze, in love's tender yoke.

Desire, a longing for life's sweet flight,

Imaginations dance in love's twilight.

Tears shed for a love that can't be won,

Prayers for her, more than self, begun.

Conflicts in Mind

Yearning to confess, yet chained by fear,

The heart's melody, only the soul can hear.

Conflicted whispers, veiled desires,

Tangled emotions, like unquenchable fires.

The struggle, a canvas of unspoken pain,

A masterpiece of longing, like sweetest rain.

Waiting for the moment, yet knowing it's in vain,

A love confined, a silent, enduring strain.

To confess means risking the ties that bind,

A fear that echoes in the corridors of the mind.

Friendship's sanctuary, a fragile thread,

Afraid that love's truth might leave it shred.

Yet in the quiet hours, love silently weaves,

A tapestry of dreams the heart conceives.

Locked away, emotions in a secret chest,

A one-sided love, the heart's eternal quest

Concluding

For in its incompleteness, it finds its grace,

A portrait painted in a solitary space.

Like a flower that blooms in the depths of the night,

Its beauty lies in the absence of full light.

Thus, one-sided love remains a cherished part,

A testament to the beauty of the human heart.

In its incompleteness, it finds its sweetest crest,

A paradox of love—eternally blessed.

By Harshit Gupta