Thursday, November 1, 2012

Nothing

In the end this means nothing!
Ecstasy turns to happiness and then fades off
Into an empty void, that longs for more
Or a piercing heartbreak, shakes us to the core
And then turns into a memory, that makes us weep for a while
And then just turns to that physically untraceable moment in the past
Getting blunt under the weight of all the new ones..

Why do we have to go to the romantic explanation
Of the very cliched kind, that everything, yes!
Everything happens for a reason.
Sometimes, the reason is just the fact that we are here
In this space and time, partly by choice and in part
Due to the helplessness that arises from being born.