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What Lovers Do

Published on by Harpreet Chhachhia7 Comments

You speak a different language.
Your world isn’t anything like mine.
You won’t let your loved ones know me –
And for you, all this works just fine.

You don’t understand my thoughts
And you are new to love’s fights;
You keep silent when you must speak
And you sleep through sleepless nights.

Our decisions made, you forget,
And most promises lie broken, too;
Yet I keep giving love chances
Because that is what lovers do.

My heart has been through hell,
It has been fooled by sharper minds;
Still it harbours love that doesn’t alter
When it alteration finds.

So here it bows again, before a man,
Who has much against his case,
And it stands scared before life,
Because it may again lose the race.

But damn, it hopes beyond hope,
With each rising of the sun,
That it wont be left bereft
By someone called the Kind One.

Vortex

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As I look into the world today,
I see a dark vortex,
Revolving around words,
Created by those
Who say they understand god.

I see this whirlpool,
Filtering through time
And wars and blood and despair.
It darkens, as it weaves
A symbiotic relationship,
Between the follower
And the leader
And the one with hope.

A hope for a better future,
Probable and passionate,
For the existential quest
To find the meaning to life.

Though the dreamers say,
Love should be the answer,
It becomes too simple,
Even for the simplest person
To understand and partake.

So the vortex eddies
And, maybe this time,
It shall consume the world.

Or maybe, not.

For there will always be some
Who will hope,
And can love.

Wrinkle

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The young smile has not aged now
And most times I tend to forget
The stains in the teeth and the breath
Leftover by a smoking cigarette.

For how can youth be flawed?
By default, his skin is tight
His body throbs higher abd faster
Through the caverns of night.

Age might sound wise and true
And it may even look better
But life’s lessons has it tired
And dried up eyes don’t get wetter.

Lines shall come around the mouth
They may shade and cover the eyes
It all comes at a price that says
Everything that lives sometime dies.

Youth and age sometime fall in love
And for the love to last through time
As age looks beyond each stain
Youth must disregard each line.