Yet again I dare tread that frightening path
Even after getting the heart broken several times
What is this blinding hope that I ride on even knowing how it ended not once but times a few
Is it just foolhardiness or absolute naivety that takes me wondering on the unknown roads so knowingly
What kind of pursuit is that when I live tangled in chains unseen
Why this brittle piece of flesh doesn't want to give in and stay selfsatiated in its own misery
Am I blind and deaf to the cries of the past that won't ever stop to echo
The other part makes continuous but futile attempts to tell that inner voice...enough is enough
You seek what you are not meant to get, the threadbare of your hope is just imaginary that your mind creates
Illusions of love, soul and spirits that don't exist in the real world as it is known
The inner voice still argues unshamed, unabashed and undeterred
It was my destiny to give and yet give again and I have still a bowlfull that will flow out to someone who wouldn't know but will still keep
I will feel sorrowful and plaintive but not angered or bruised...will carry on without hatred or feeling of loss
Merely giving is my joy that none can take, its my faith in love that nor you or anyone will ever shake...
Its a matter of time whether years or eons, none of us shall fathom what is beyond
For whatever of time is left for me on earth, I may not get love but to give, I have no dearth
