Sunday, 28 December 2014


When you confess
You love someone
Its more a promise
Than any statement

The promise of love
Is just commitment
I made my promise
But it wasn't backed

One can't clap with
Just one hand really
One-sided romance
Thus totally doomed

The higher climbed
Harder falling down
My doom was death
Somehow I survived

Coming from the dead
One's attitude changes
Life is too precious for
Anything not genuine

Hence its essential to
Reduce attachments
And find inner peace
Before it's all too late

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