LETTERS TO LOVE, TIME & DEATH --- inspired by the movie "Collateral Beauty"

In my letter to Love I asked,
why does it hurt when it’s supposed to heal?
Why am I numb when I am supposed to feel?
There is pain and suffering in the pursuit of love
Wars fought, Hearts broken,
men have fallen in your checkered history
Souls abandoned who were yours to save
eyes with hope now lie closed in their graves
There is no one there who has never felt you ever
So why should we crave for such sophistry

Love replied,
I am in darkness , so am in light
I am in giving up , so am in the will to fight
I am in the beginning, so am when the end draws nigh
I am the reason for every WHY…..
It ain’t how much you get but how much you give
Am I supposed to save those who can’t find any reasons to live?

In my letter to Time I asked,
Why do you destroy if something is good?
Why don’t you tick slow when you know you should?
Withering beauty, frail voice, greying hair, senses you impair
But since eons you stare, not a bit you ever care
Future becomes present and present becomes past
Never have you been enough but a perennial curse
It’s just you ticking in your lone race to outlast.

Time replied,
I am a gift to placate your plight
I grant contingent to set the wrongs right
You can set the alarm but not me
You can try hard to get me , but ain’t ever gonna be
All you do about me is complain and whine
But look, you got enough of me in a day to rise and shine
 

In my letter to Death I asked,
Why does everyone has to go?
Why do I have to bear the separation woe?
You are the travesty of ‘The Inevitable’
Embodied as the only ‘Constant’, you are the constant fear
Across the splendid fabric of life, you are the ultimate tear
I know all about you,
being the ultimate truth, the curtain call of life’s skit,
the destiny which we all should embrace, and all the intellectual bullshit
But I don’t get back the one I lost & You don’t get what did it cost.

Death replied,
I can’t give back yours what’s taken
I can’t set right the lives I have shaken
Hate me with everything you can
But don’t forget where it all began
The love, the warmth, the laughs you shared
the tears, the hugs, the moments you cared
Being the survivor, to keep it alive is your duty
The one gone lives on through the memories
And that’s the COLLATERAL BEAUTY.

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WE ALL LOST

Drowned among the glowing screens
Having lost the essence of interaction
We swipe left and swipe right
Expect likes, full of spite
No conversation, no confrontation
No obligation, no regulation
A visitation of vexation
Self-subjugation of validation
Enduring eternal suffocation

We argue over isms and term people ists
Atheist or Sexist or Racist they insist
My wall is full of phobias, no time left for philias
We post more in most case
We tweet more and greet less
We pout more, act out less
We share more and care less
We poke more and joke less
We troll, judge our soul less

Lost among the deafening commotion

We crave at times for humane emotion

We search in the past, we search in the future

Coz wounds at present are far deep to suture

Can we get some, if we give none?

We talk peace, but we shoot gun

We feign pain, but we poke fun

We crave acceptance, bt still shun

Still can try, bt we are all done

We all lost, No one won

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The walls are closing in.......

To forget one's self in another,
Was it a virtue or was it a sin.
Screaming out loud in silence,
I could feel the walls were closing in.

Moments were difficult to let go unnoticed,
However busy I tried to be,
Had everything in the world at my dispose,
But in spite of all it was only me.

Having parked the car, I still din get out,
Staring wide with no good reason.
I wasn't coming back to a home but a house,
It never mattered, what was the season.

There were no more voices in my head,
An eerie silence took its command.
I could feel my limbs go numb at once,
the moments slipped through my fingers like sand.

In the battle between me and my monster,
I never wanted my efforts to go in vain.
I ran towards the light at the end of the tunnel,
Only to realize all of a sudden, it was the light of the train.


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