"That is why I write- to try to turn sadness into longing and solitude into remembrance"
-Paulo Coelho

Monday, February 6, 2012

World of a sort

There is this world of a sort
Like a bubble you frizzle and then you are a Rot.

Extravagance of eloquence
But a scandalous soul
Mysteriousness like The Grand Sea
Plausible conclusion of a speech.

Sincere representation of mockery
Crippled relations faking closest bond
Irony in the contradictions
Contradictions of a weird sort.

Nowhere there's a peaceful existence
Every second love is challenged!
When Love is only what I know then why I try to hide?
May be this is how even I am trying to get in a line.

With every lapse in a bird's flight
Love cankers from it's original might.
With every innocent being attacked by a gimmick
Hope surrenders to the world of cynics.
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And that is why my Neverland, refuses to come to reality
And that is how my surreal dreams, face harsh brutality!

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