Breaking is Becoming

There is no fine line 

Between black and white

Rather it merges together 

Giving a Grey midway

But when a heart breaks into two

Each of the fragment falls 

In black and white 

But despite of the breaking up 

And apparently separated 

They are still annexed 

Through a groove 

Created in midway 

You might be wondering 

How a groove can hold 

Two lumps together? 

But It makes sense 

When you know 

That the thing radiating out of it is ‘Light’ 

So Understand 

That you are never truly scattered 

When you feel like the one 

The heart that you carry, carries light 

That casts it over the ones 

Who are lacking in their heart.

It’s never ending cycle 

Of Pulling out one half drowning in black 

Tying it with other half sailing in white 

And Filling up the complete one, with light 

Savoring himself with the perks 

Of having the Globe, enlightening the chest 

And then seeing the heart

splitting up again

To complete the cycle of Irradiation 

So Grasp this concept 

‘Breaking is Becoming’

It is neither the people 

Nor the things 

That tear up your heart 

But The One above the Heavens 

To make you a beacon of light! 

So Love the furrows 

Created in your heart 

For they are nothing 

But a Lighthouse to you

And around you!