Quietus...

a day
when sleep
seems consequential
can work
be trivial?

love? in love? really in love?

what's the point of lying
just for the sake of having
a fake peace of mind

what's the point of lying
when you know you're having
a cluttered confused mind

random thoughts

why curse the wind
when love was blown away
isn't that a little unkind
accusing of being betrayed

life has never been fair
love and relationship is so bizarre
your heart should need due care
unlike witnessing a shooting star

Alas! This Is Not What I Thought Life Was

I knew that there were crimes and evil men,
Misery and hate; nor did I hope to pass
Untouched by suffering, through the rugged glen.
In mine own heart I saw as in a glass

The hearts of others ... And when
I went among my kind, with triple brass
Of calm endurance my weak breast I armed,
To bear scorn, fear, and hate, a woful mass! 

Percy Bysshe Shelley