Beat of the heart
A poem
What happened to the hearts? The core of being, How much they wander, In how many directions they walk.
With each beat, a new beat formed, A new thought aligned endlessly. Neurons strike, Creating perceptions, Another action building unknowingly.
What a creation! Making each one think uniquely, Making each one understand distinctly, How words affect speechlessly, Hurting as it happens aimlessly.
Love... As deep as the sea, To find its depth, One must drown in the sea, To diminish the hatred presently, And leave it at the shore.
The power of love to turn the heart 180 degrees, The power of it to wait untill the change happens, Maybe, or maybe not, It is going to touch the heart. Though subconsciously, a spark lights, As love speaks without words.
Sometimes, getting destroyed is its price, A risk we choose, thinking unwise, But this destruction is worth a while, A beauty rare, though it is the price of love.
The hearts are the same but differ in their beat, Existence surviving untill this heat finds what it’s meant to meet.
