there will come a day, when there will be
no more new borns and no more jolly celebrations
no more deaths and no more grieving
no more bantering and no more bickering
no more jokes and japes and no more lies and secrets
no more trusts and no more betrayals
no more flaws and no more sorrows
no more hopes and no more dreams
no more judgements and no more insults
no more love and no more hate
no more happiness and no more sadness
no more friends and no more foes
no more love making and no more love tales
no more movie nights and no more date nights
no more falling and no more heartbreaks
no more attachments and no more depression
no more emotionally dying and no more drinking your way out
no more caring and no more fighting your way out
no more tears and no more death wishes
no more trying and no more failing
no more brawls and battles and no more regrets
no more amendments and no more redemptions
no more intimacy and no more understanding
no more feelings and no more recklessness
no more beauty and no more ugliness
no more truths and no more admonishment
no more fame and no more obscurity and disgrace
no more feeding selfish desires and no more self satisfaction
no more pride and ego and no more arrogance
no more evil and no more immoral and inhumane tactics
no more kills and crimes and cases and no more bloodshed
no more world wars and no more political conflicts
no more deafening bombs and no more ear piercing gunshots
no more soul searching and no more intellectual wars
no more self control and no more self restraint
no more enslavement and no more complaints
no more sacrificing and no more rule breaking
no more memories and no more momentous future
no more mental harassment and no more physical torture
no more screaming and no more yelling
no more murder and rape victims and no more culprits
no more diseases and no more cures
no more past, no more present and no more future
no more nothing and no more everything.
Just wait for it, work for it, it's only around the corner
Just like death is
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Nobody Understands
PoetryLike a bird, hatched out the broken shell, with a promised fate yet an unsure one. As its wings bloom with luxury, the wind its companion, the lost treasure its treat, the whole world its vision, the seasons would be its reasons, yet all these freed...
