Death – Page 3 – Hearts Still Care

Your Promises

Published on July 29, 2022July 29, 2022 by Harpreet ChhachhiaLeave a comment

All of your promises have a shelf life.
There is no chance any of them shall stick.
You speak them to merely stop present strife;
Once that is done, their purpose seeks death quick.

Your promises are very lightly made.
You do not think of them as forever.
They are fake light that only causes shade,
Without the wherewithal to endeavour.

I wish you understood what vows must be;
They are the parents of hope and trust;
Your mind can’t grasp what it cannot see;
And all we end up with is useless dust.

I know this now and all my hope lies dead;
There is nothing now to be heard or said.

No

Published on May 7, 2022 by Harpreet Chhachhia1 Comment

I painted you for your birthday;
I saw you happy with the flowers;
There was joy, and laughter, and cake;
But all of it lasted a few hours.

Cakes are eaten and art is forgotten;
Smiles, like flowers, die;
Everything that I thought was truth,
How quick becomes a lie!

There lies a bitter miscommunication,
In language and in thought;
If I could only disremember, too,
All that you, by default, forgot.

You say no, when you mean ask,
I think of “no” as consent withdrawn;
I see passion that means intimacy,
And you see the devil with his horn.

The hours pass and you return home;
My home remains the one you’ll leave;
So here lies love, with no faith, or calm,
That may yet choose to deceive.

The flowers are wilting, as I type,
The memories I made, still shake me;
As death comes for the flowers, I smile,
Hoping he, at least, won’t forsake me.