Poem of My Heart

We said it was forever.

We thought it was.I thought it was.

I am a man of my ambition,
of fulfillment,
of dream.

You are a woman of your own self,
of world,
and all it's infallibilities.

But it was fate which brought us together,
and it was her which torn us apart.
I once thought life is how I make it.
It wasn't.

It is how fate plays with us
that shapes it.

Life is imperfect. Oblivious.Uncertain.

No matter how much I convince myself
That life is mine alone to meander,
Life will always be

Someone else's dream to batter.