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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

Published on by Harpreet Chhachhia1 Comment

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.

47

Published on by Harpreet Chhachhia6 Comments

The day is here
Of my 47th year;
Friends and family smile,
As I beguile
Them in to believing
(Maybe deceiving)
That all is well.
If they can tell
I am done,
With all the fun,
I wonder what they’d say.
Who would truly stay?
I have come this far,
I have become a star,
Since all I do is yearn.
So now, just let me burn.