Its a fast moving world,
Of forgetting and forgiving.
Where breathes are
Cold and cloudy.
And Warmth is only felt
In a mug of coffee.
Where grief is greater than guilt.
And to 'die' is better than to 'live'.
Killing is after all a slow pill.
The hearts of gold are of fools.
As the stone now rules.
The throne of hearts have thorns.
Light belongs to all,
Yet home of soul is found when its off.
The sun still shines,
The Night still fades,
The stars always sparkle anyway,
But love now has hate.
Cries are now music,
Of solitude and shakes.
Moving so fast?
Yet its ours.
-Anushka
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