All Good Things Come to an End

It all starts with the big WHY!? Why do all the good things we've ever assimilated just vaporize in front of us? Why does everything just vanish? It's like the poor old time turner you so carefully played around with has broken, and all you can do is just lament the loss, because there is no way, absolutely no way that you'd find every grain of that sand..

So, after questioning the whole business for as long as the world had just 12 sunsigns (what is that whole funda, anyway!??!) I've now accepted. It's the law of nature. The law of conservation. You cannot have the good things forever, you gotta share it with others.

And then, I'd like to believe its the same thing with the not-so-good things as well..

So here I am, optimistic as ever.

Because all good things DO come to an end..
but then they come back too :)

Trapped

Here you are, yet again

Crawling. Creeping unto me

Seeping through my skin

You freeze me from within.

Warmth. Sunshine. Radiance.

Deteriorate in your presence

Smiles condense

There isn't a twinkle in the eyes.

Happiness lays suspended

The gloom envelops me

Like a parasite

the misery is gnawing me

So deep within, it's becoming me.

Afar, yet so near

The chills assassinate me

Shivering, I yearn to be free

Knowing I wouldn't ever be

I'm trapped, bound.

In a figment my own imagination

Except, your demeanour

Cold. Ruthless. Selfish.

Has turned it into

Something I barely recognise.

Numb, I can barely feel

A prisoner in my own self.

Feelings..

Stronger than iron bars and flimsier than cotton candy.

It's funny how they still manage to run across all of us, threading us all in one go, without missing any one.

We can't see it yet it so always haunts us.

So complicated. Yet so simple.

Rhythm of Patience

We aren't us, You aren't me

This isn't what it seems to be

It ain't wrong, It shouldn't be

But you're becoming such a part of me

I can't name it, I don't even wanna

For you and you only, it's gonna go stronger

It's a little crazy, how we're entwined,

Like moss and ivy, alone you can't find.

You and I, we know it's coming,

But, we foolishly pretend.

Hiding behind our smiles is something,

something, so shamelessly more.

which, You and I, we know.

Acknowledge it, would we ever?

I wouldn't want us to,

But, I'm waiting,

Waiting for the inevitable to happen.

Because it's bound to,

bound to break us.

Till then, I'll breathe,

Breathe to the slow rhythm of patience.