The Way I Look

Beauty and amity are rare together.
But I see them in many places,
maybe because I look with open eyes.

 

Age and maturity are not same thing.
Still, both grow in me,
without crossing each other.

 

Storm and calmness are not friends.
But with me, they stay together.

 

Love and promises do not always walk together.
I understand this.
Still I move forward,
into next chapter.

 

All odd and opposite things stay with me as they are.
I don’t try to change them.
Is this my charm?
Or I am becoming a magnet for all this,
or just lucky?