Sometimes,
You just sit and wonder,
Looking out of the window,
Looking at desires floating in the green leaves,
Looking at the people pretending to be happy,
Looking at love,
Hoping that it exists.
But sometimes,
This hope,
This thought,
This anxiety,
These worries,
These feigned smiles,
Lose their essence,
As I watch the solitary stars in the sky,
And the lanterns flying high,
Quivering in their light,
And I realise,
That perhaps we need to stop,
Just for a day.
Because love resides,
Not in people,
Or things,
But in the words,
That people write and hide,
That speak so much about them.
Pain, betrayal,
Worries and failures,
Even happiness,
Is temporary.
What has lasted,
And forever will,
Is the values we hold in our heart,
Is the love I've given to all,
Inspite of their blows.
Because love exists,
Not in things,
But,
In the heart
Of the ones who live.
~*~
11th of November, 2017
9:08 pm
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YOU ARE READING
Lachrymose
PoesiaI miss you, and I can't get over you. You bewitched me and forever left me in a state of lachrymose. #book 3 Cover by @deepan2486 Highest rank - #30 in poetry WINNER OF THE RHYME SCHOLAR AWARDS(WORDGASM) 2017
