There is no ‘One’,
you call a soul-mate,
That perfect one —
chosen by fate!
When the stars twinkle,
and the planets align —
The moon’s at a crescent,
and the fireflies shine!
When you fly on unicorns,
and bathe in the seas.
You catch the rainbows,
and cozy up the breeze.
You traverse this garden,
full of choicest flowers,
and would not cull one,
nitpicking for hours!
A life squandered,
in finding that gem.
A mirage — a trap — we
often find ourselves in!
So, cut this chase,
and open your eyes,
to that ignored raw,
diamond — in disguise!
“Ah — Soulmate!
What’s that mate?”
It’s loving that
imperfect person
per-fect-ly!
There is no ‘One’,
But still there is!
It’s all up to you,
what you want to see!
— Jatinder Singh , the lousy poet
© Written 21-Nov-2017
{ Picture Source: Soulmates never meet by chance! }