Author: Harpreet Chhachhia

Just me and nothing else but.

Hoax

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Life robs you of joy, of hope, of hunger;
It never stops taking;
And the heart never dies,
Although it silently keeps on breaking.

One brings you to the precipice of faith
And prevents the fall;
The other gifts feeling
And then asks you to surrender it all.

Would I, Should I?

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If I was young

You would see me;

Would I give up hope

For temporary vanity?

 

If I was beautiful

You would see me;

How insubstantial

Would I have to be?

 

If I was rich

You would see me;

Does bought amity

Come with a guarantee?

 

If I was ambitious

You would see me;

Would that secure

Inviolability?

 

If I just love

You can’t see me,

Should I forget you

To assure my sanity?

 

As Whole

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this is my life

a walk in the dark

a smile with a price

a devouring fire when all i wanted was a spark.

 

this is what remains

nothing to see ahead

nothing but tears and pains

nothing but a struggle to earn some bread.

 

this is what love grows

a heart that never dies

despite those million throws

of cheating, of slanders, of deceits and lies.

 

this is all I am left with

as life corrodes the body and soul

and I try to hold on to each bit

but cannot figure out which part was the complete whole.