The Unmarried Souls

They ask, "When will you settle?"—as if roots need a ring,

As if life is a puzzle where love is the missing thing.

They measure by milestones—by vows and by ties,

Yet freedom is laughter beneath open skies.

No shared surname, no borrowed fate,

Yet hearts still beat, and dreams don’t wait.

The world calls it lacking, a life incomplete,

Yet solitude dances to a rhythm so sweet.

Some love in whispers, some love in flight,

Some chase the sun, some bathe in moonlight.

No single road, no rules to abide,

Happiness walks on more paths than a bride.

So toast to the ones who choose their own way,

Who love without limits, who live every day.

For marriage is one path, but never the whole—

Some stories are written by just one soul.