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
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.
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.
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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