makes me wonder why such vehemence
Every low in life is just an excuse
to unleash a chain of pain
You scratch open old wounds
Just to feel the heart bleed again
and then wonder why it wouldn't heal
and yet don't realise, it didn't come uninvited
Happiness causes such discomfort
The absence of turbulence is scary
The heart once heavy, clears all dilemma
and makes everything rest in pain
The truth is pain is a friend for life we can't live without
If it doesn't find you, you find it
1 comment:
This one conveys a deeper meaning than what meets the eye...For a majority of mortals who keep their minds engaged throughout; pain is a quintessential part of life. Masochism is no more a trait of the intellectuals alone. Thats where you say - you find it if pain doesnt find you.
Although Fiesta-de-urine remains my favourite, this one's a different genre all together. Do we say the writers' block is a thing of past? :)
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