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

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