in melancholic state
questions flood my mind:
questions of purpose
of path
of reason
of identity.
Clouds of doubt
blurs my vision
as to why
as to how come.
But no answer.
Nil.
I felt the breeze
of nostalgia
glide in my skin
amidst the mid-eastern
heat spell.
Shall I heed the call?
Five thousand miles away
answers beckon.
Home.
Soon.
do not question how things have come to this
ReplyDeletewe do not always get what we wish
and while you might find it funny when I say
I do believe that things should fall where they may
Because whether we believe it or not
We don’t know if what we wish is the better lot
Are you not happy gaining a friend
One who may stay longer with you in the end
Relationships they come and go as they please
But friendships remain when love has ceased
Isn’t that a lot better prospect
Over disappointment in a love imperfect
Sure love can take you so high in the sky
Make you feel so special all you can do is sigh
But love can also be oh so painfully brutal
Makes you wonder why you want it immortal
Love just hurts where friendship gently lifts
So why look for love when what you can have is this
(this isn't the original comment. it's gone in the ether.)