What is this friendship,
That never lasts?
What is this hope,
That always stutters?
What is this love,
That is never requited?
What is this trust,
That is never there?
What is this peace,
That sparks up quarrels?
What is this forever,
That has an end?
What is this smile,
That is anyways fake?
What is this imagination,
That is so confined?
What is this childhood,
That is so much burdened?
What is this beauty,
That depends upon looks?
Where is the truth?
Where is joy?
Is everything a mirage, is nothing real?
Maybe stored deep down somewhere there or here...?
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LIFE IN VERSE
PoetryEverything in this world is sugar-coated. At first glance, we all see only the beauty, the beauty in the lie. But slowly, this sugar melts and that's when the truth hits us. Raw and bitter. Hard to face. We feel like running away. Giving up. But we...
