Why are they here again. Life is full of wonders, be they good or bad. Nobody can face the world with their eyes open all the time. Close them for a while. Will there still be lost shadows or forgotten songs of love. How about long lost memories or broken dreams. So what if they're not now, they were once mine. And that's all that matters. Atleast to me. Where are the fairest of hopes. Where's the meeting place of wants. Those times were colourful. Those melodies I remember. But now the heart asks. Were there such days at all. There's only one thought left. Even though the happiness might have dissapeared. The damn heart is still here. It can never suffer enough. But that's not the end. Given it was a mistake. The pain was pure. But even the sorrows of those mistakes felt like joy.
There are a thousand wishes and each makes you suffer. Many a wish I may have realized, yet I yearn for more. This is who we are. That's how we were made. You and me aren't new, our relations are as old as us. But we are all transitory on a level we don't really understand much about. We can't live forever, we might not be here tomorrow, but we might in the memories of someone but once they die, we do too, again. It's better than dying once. Dying a few times.
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(Work of Khayyam)
