what do i do with this soul

which is split into two halves,

with desires and dreams of its own

yet craving one single thing called love?

my hands belong to different

hemispheres of my anatomy -

one to create art,

other to destroy the hurt.

my eyes are separated like

doomed lovers from the same stars.

despite all the distance,

they look at the world as one,

the world looks at them as one.

my each leg works to the rhythm

of a different drummer;

yet their roots lie on the same trunk.

so what if my existence is torn apart

into two poles of the world,

half war and half peace at my core?

so what if i belong here as well as there?

i tell myself, there is no loyalty

in belonging to just one land.

let my soul be bilingual, or even multilingual

at its core, so some day i do not find myself

lost in the incomplete, unacceptable translations

of the poems my lover has asked me to read.

i learn to let go of this homesickness

towards my mother tongue and

dive head first into the sea of strangers.

i cannot breathe, or see the surface;

but i know in time i will learn to swim.

Author's Note:

This poems is for all those people who often find themselves wanting two different things and finding the guilt of not being able to stay loyal to one thing hitting them. Well, I am one of you too. It's okay if you crave war and peace, day and night, sun and moon at the same time. Let yourself free and find where you belong, even if it is to two different places.

Also, this is for those who have to leave their hometown in search of another place. It's okay. You're okay. Everything's okay.

I have been suffering from major writer's block for the past few days. :/ It was so frustrating. But I tried to let it go, to loosen up my soul and the words came back home. 

I hope y'all are doing lovely! Stay happy and healthy! Keep reading and writing.