Many a times in this Blissful life,
Do you come across that enormous strife?
When your own past becomes a cold shadow,
Haunting you through the darkest streets.
The streets of sin, the streets of joy,
The streets of blood and the streets... that tear you apart.
The memories of your happiest sins,
The memories of your Bloody loneliest nights.
Is it the 'Past' or Is it.... Simply the 'You?
I pondered my inquisitiveness over and over again,
Over the same question... over and over and over again.
Is it the 'Past' or Is it simply..... The 'You?
Oh! My merry friend, haven't you lived that fabulous past?
That past is indeed a gaping hole,
that takes you back and back again!
Will you still hold on wisely to that beautiful whole?
Oh, My merry friend! Live your life for one more day,
Look at this innocent gorgeous new day and the promise it holds,
Let that past hold as the Future.... Simply Unfolds. ;-)

Experience is Beauty..
ReplyDeleteI would say... "Experience the Beauty" ;-)
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