The Repetition of Life
As we keep growing older,
The list of what we lose grows longer.
Those we were never meant to meet,
Come close, only to vanish again.
And those too disappear,
Who were never meant to be lost.
Perhaps, this is life’s repetition.
A Beloved Habit
Deceiving oneself, humanity’s dearest habit.
Man eats for himself, yet weeps for others,
Nurtures affection for others,
And carries within, the emptiness of someone else.
I Had Drowned
I was enchanted by your illusion,
Drowned deep into the abyss of your eyes!
Never could I rise again,
Nor break free from your enchantment.
Was my life, then destined only,
To be destroyed by your hands?
Or must my mind escape your spell
Only when it rests in the grave?
The Act of Forgetting
As hard as forgetting is,
So easy it seems, to act like we have.
What else can I do?
I never found your company,
Though I begged as much as I could.
With promises of forgetting, I soothe my heart,
Whether I ever truly can or not,
Let time itself be the one to tell.
After Losing
What I lost, perhaps it was a priceless jewel!
Yet my regret after losing it is only this:
How utterly I failed when it came to you!
I never knew,
How to hold on tighter than I already did.
Nor did I know,
How to long for someone more than I longed for you.