The logical mind rebels,
at the illogical beauty in life,
as systems of the sequence are broken,
but are stronger than ever before,
The ripples in the breath,
the shivering of skin,
the butterflies in the stomach,
the warmth of being in someone's arms,
the sane calculations of life,
falling away in abysmal,
into the vast insanity unspeakable,
playing out under the shadows of uncertainty,
this beautiful magic of life,
is not for faint hearted,
it is for one, who can,
accept the uncertainty of life,
who doesn't expect of the other,
who has guts to leave a few pages,
of life unplanned and open-ended,
who admires and accepts,
the rising and the falling of tides,
with equal graciousness,
who can empty himself/herself,
to reflect the different colors of life,
to reflect the chaos and order of life,
who can stitch the logical and illogical,
into a beautiful weave of life.
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