How does one forgive oneself for an obvious folly?
How does one stop a blunder that is committed knowningly....
How do you stop the heart from yearning, when the distance is self planted-
Since when did love become so mercenary?
Since when did love start living in the past? Since when did love become so morbid and practical?
But then there is peace in knowing that you love
There is the sad tear that drops in knowing at least finally there is a wish,
A silent prayer, an unsaid sparkle, a rush of madness, a stifled desire yet something so sweet
That it feels like a beautiful curse.
What hurts is not that these feelings exist,
What hurts is that I wasnt made for them-
I wasnt designed to sacrifice; I was made to obtain, fulfill and destroy-
I dont need this: i dont want it- I hate the goodness, its saintliness feels like an insult...
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ReplyDeleteYou actually still blog...I thought you had forgotten that something like this existed.
ReplyDeleteWell written poem...esp the middle portions.
The end seems more like something written by Lucifer or Damien :) Yes yes, I know I am talking some rubbish, way too tired...!! Hope to see stuff more often from your end. Btw u shud really look at going professional on the poems..these days anything sells...you see :D