In search for extremities
We lose the obvious
For crushes
We give up companions
At night,
After a while When the butterflies
Die in the belly
The creeping loneliness pitches back in
But the light inside us
Is already dimmed
Possibly extinguished.
We give up smiles for Laughter
We abandon sobbing for tears
We have forgotten solitude
And the man it made of us
The way life was
Capable of going on,
Despite the absence of love.
For the greater good,
We drop common empathy For the clear black or white,
We overstep the joy in grey
We long to go back
But the door behind is closed.
Timelessness | Painting By: Yashwant Shrivastava
