finding love - poem

[gosikh]

finding love

As each part of my soul was cut
I could not believe the amount of hurt
I was causing

A part of me died
A new part of me came alive
I could now be attractive
I could now find love

Why are you looking at me like this?
It is the same me
just a bit more normal
Do you like me?

Hi! Beautiful
My name is Gee Singh
What is your name?
Can i buy you a drink?

A part of me is still dead
but the women love the new me
You have to agree that I look amazing
I am now attractive
I can now find love

The Guru will understand
that I am this new amazing man.
I know I caused a lot of hurt,
all this pain so I can find love

My friends cannot understand
why I have a new do.
it is the same me
just a bit more normal

The new me is dashing
I look and smell good everyday
I am attractive
Soon, I hope to find love

*** this poem or thoughts were written in 3 mins after I saw a picture of a Sikh sitting in a barber’s chair after his Kesh was cut ***
*** no I am not encouraging anyone to go cut their Kesh, just putting down my thoughts ***

[ruchibatra9]

Love! you dealt a bitter blow –
You lay me cross the mortal plains,
Bedewed, bedimmed amongst a show
Of tearful clouds: eternal rains
To weep at my enduring foe

Of harsh reality – searing pains of
Destiny: dependable propensity
To fool myself repeatedly
That I could ever triumph over love

this is the 1 i love