Sometimes
you put out the fire you nurtured with your own hands,
Pluck out
the petals from the grasps of the harsh sand
Turn away
from your own deceptive paradise,
Solemnly
bury the reveries, they suffered a sad demise
Stranded and
lost your utopia diminished,
Phrases
unsaid desires unfinished
Once again
you try and take solace in the mundane,
One step closer and the hypocrites call you
insaneShun reality to pursue the make believe,
Plenty to rejoice. aplenty to grieve
Lovingly build sand castles in the air,
Waiting till the next time life decides to be unfair.
-Abbas
2 comments:
I wonder what triggered you to write this, but its lovely. Good use of irony and paradoxes
Phrases unsaid desires unfinished... that's my favorite line :)
An upheaval in my personal life caused me to write this. I am glad you like & appreciate it. Thank you :)
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