It's like criticizing the night sky, full of stars...
For being just too congested to be eye-pleasing.
It's like pillorying a human intestine...
For being too curly for the surgeon to operate on.
It's like mocking a huge mountain range...
For not being plain enough.
No matter what I do and how I do it...
They said, it's never enough...
At end of the horizon, I've made peace
With the fact that I am indeed never enough...
And well, here I am, being the one infinite....
Too much, right?
Well, that's exactly the point, Dearest.
05/11/2023
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Memories of Future
PoetryThe yearnings that are thought and rethought with such intensity for so many times, that those are not just desires anymore. Those are the moments that have already happened in the senses, and they can be considered 'Memories' now. But, those memori...
