Mystery, Love, Life

Wrote these lines atop one of the hills in Bhutan

When I think of how life evolves,
A lot many mysteries I find unsolved,
Untold stories lay buried deep,
Their safety is only for time to keep.

Life comes a full circle to where I stand,
Love seems a distant place in a forbidden land,
For those who have it, it feels like coming home,
And those who don't end up writing poems.

But love ceases to be valued beyond a certain point,
Ego creates a space in between the joint,
The trick is to lose oneself in the other,
Than seek respect and gratitude at every step rather.

Make the other feel like they belong,
Add word to their words and song to their songs,
Spend every moment telling them you love,
As if they are a gift for you from above.

Doesn't require a lot to say,
If not your lips, your eyes should give away,
Look at them like it was the moment last,
Imprint each moment in an iron cast.

This remains one of the biggest mysteries for me,
Don't know for others why is it so hard to see,
To the petty things is everyone so glued,
That something as pure as love is seldom valued.