Outliers Poem by Syed Mizbahuddeen

I said it's not about what the people think
I was a child when I first saw your face
And I still am in many ways

And we were always the outliers
We were 'never meant to be'
Or at least that's what we were told

Love. Was the universe meant to be
Or was it all an accident?
Is love an accident or was it meant to be?

Since the day we met so much has changed
The melancholy of love has not
You have not, I have not;

The sparkle in your eyes is proof
Of a brow raising, immortal love
In your deep brown eyes at least
We are never ending, immortal love
Mere handfuls of cosmic dust
That loved each other in a cruel world

Sometimes I sit and ponder the days
When you or I may cease to be
Tears love, tears beloved
Unsettling fears latch on to me.

If death is inevitable,
Then so is love
If the world is real
Then so is love

Stupid, ignorant foolish people
Cruel, misjudging prejudiced people
The whole world looks like your enemy
When paradise is what you love.

P.S.
The red rose now has fully bloomed
Never do it's petals die, it's colours never fade

So much for an 'outlier'
That was "never meant to be".