Why is it that one hurts them the most, whom they love the most? And the ones who hurt one the most are again the ones who love one the most?
Strange life is, and stranger it becomes,
When strangers turn important ones.
Hard is the fall, whose rise never was,
Simple is the death, whose life never was.
Pain has its way all through the life,
Leaving only strife, strife and yet more strife.
A despised existence is the only way to be,
When with open eyes you just can't see.
Pretensions die hard, just as they should,
Hate wins the race by miles, as if love just stood.
Numbed are the senses to the obvious,
Attuned one is, to the oblivious.
Failure is the success in its true being,
Or is it just in the matter of viewing.
End it is, of a phase that once was,
Killed it has, a perspective that once was.
The End is a beginning of a dawn,
A dawn, not marked by shine, but gloomy darkness on, on and on!
5 comments:
Nice! didn't know you did poetry. good first attempt.
elephant's smooth juggling with words,
and I thought he was one of the nerds!
Hate may win by miles,
and love just stand,
but rather than standing alone,
it's better to have someone's hand.
I so wish that you'd keep going on and on, and that I can just keep nodding my head at all the quintessential wisdom that you write, but do pepper it with something else...melancholy is easy to catch and I'd not want you going down that road.
@Ankita DJ: Thnx for ur heartfelt words!! :P
@Navneet: Perfect line! ;)
Melancholy is my way,
Of putting into poetry,
Words, which I can not say!!
But it's a promise tat the nxt post shall not be as gloomy as this, if this was! :D
nah it's not gloomy, just the been there done that phenomena
'hate wins the race by miles, as if love just stood'
wow!!
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