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The Circuit Of Reason and Emotion

By Ruhin Sharma


Heart and Head, two beings within

Bound together, yet worlds apart

One driven by feelings, the other by reason

A constant battle, a constant art.


Heart, the keeper of desires

Whispers of love and passion so strong

It yearns and aches, it sings and fires

Guided by emotions, it can do no wrong.


But Head, the guardian of logic

Remains stoic, with a voice so stern

It warns and questions, it sees the tragic

With cold calculations, it tries to learn.


One urges to risk and take a leap

The other cautions to think things through

One wants to love, the other to keep

A balance between the old and the new.


In this constant conversation

Neither one can truly win

For without each other's contribution

Their existence would be thin.


Heart knows the beauty of love

But Head knows the pain it can bring

Together they rise and fall, like a dove

Their dance of love and logic, an everlasting fling.


Heart whispers, 'Follow your dreams'

Head replies, 'But what if it ends in tears?'

Heart screams, 'Life's not what it seems'

Head sighs, 'But we must face our fears.'


And so the conversation continues

A back and forth between two souls

One filled with passion, the other with clues

Both seeking to reach their goals.


For it is in the balance of Heart and Head

That true wisdom and courage lie

In this endless conversation, they are led

To a place where they can finally fly.


So embrace this inner dialogue

For it is what makes us whole

For the heart wants what it wants

And the head keeps us in control.


Together they navigate the unknown

Through the highs and the lows

For in the end, they both have shown

That they are stronger, as a duo.


So let the conversation between Heart and Head

Guide you through life's endless maze

For it is in their unending thread

That true peace and harmony lays.


By Ruhin Sharma


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