This eye is in search for the light, even today,
Where have you been, as this heart is as restless still, even today.
That urge, for which we circled the entire world,
got hurt on an innocent path, it still exists the same, even today.
Very sure its untrue, but it feels like,
there is still spring for me, somewhere even today.
Wont be surprised, if it turns out to be fake,
like the diamond that’s just a stone,
and its the light that makes it look precious even today.
Call it the pride, pain or the shame,
the desire, love or the need to be seen,
this light that makes even the un-habitable moon shine,
from absolutely nothing to full bright in a couple of weeks even today.
This eye is in search for the light, even today,
Where have you been, as this heart is as restless still, even today.
Self-compassion
Do you love yourself ?