Why is pain and suffering a poet’s muse ? Should we always endure pain while there’s love or do we mix em’ up and blame them both. Why do we yearn for a beautifully painful feeling, the one that takes away this numbness we feel, the one that reminds you, you’re alive. But are you truly alive and living or are you just a mere existence. Should you go after what you really want or should you be courageous in letting it go for you might scatter it to pieces. They say it takes a lot of courage to let go, but so does staying back. A path so forbidden and often forgotten. Should we really endure this suffering for what its worth, or do we end this and save ourselves the misery. These turmoil of emotions that we go through so high, so low almost as if our paths were meant to cross, almost like we were meant to be, almost something, anything ! But an almost is never enough. Love alone is never enough. #wotd#muse#rainsandmore#kbye
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Lost in the crowd of people Who defined their genders proudly, Making equality for each other with their voices , The voices that stood firm for their rights. And they supported them cause they felt the ordeal they faced from ages. The gender that perplexed them,unable to identify their needs. Making them cry for the unnatural thoughts that society claimed. Afraid to open about their love to similar ones. The opression they faced was more fatal than usually claimed. The physical harrasment by friends and mental torture by family. The powerful mind lost in the clutches of self realisation only able to realise death. But the death wasn't ready and let them stand for their lives. They started their fight and it's still a long way to achieve it!
If only I could express the feelings wouldn't remain suppress, If only could sparkle with frolic would have touched the spring's mystic, If could weep my hearts out on the sandy dunes would have marked the rivulet.
If only could dream a dreamy dream, would have draped you in the azure heavenly theme. If could shower the rainy drip would have smeared you with illumine rainbow strip. If could cascade down a fountain would have stitched the pearls for you on the hilly terrain, If could ablaze myself with your flame Would have never sought the lamp over the glow worm,
If could ever forget you my sweetheart, would have lived without the memory and unbearable hurt.