To be or not to be

Longings torment on existence

About the fairness of “to be” or “not to be”

And laughs over those craving eyes

Or it is just a waiting

Where numbness negates the gone aspirations.

Happiness may not be the rhetoric

Because it’s preserved in the eternity of nonbeing.

Memories shall halt to be renamed with graveyard

Or it is just a new beginning.

The wretched fact stretches

To consume all the cobweb of inhibitions

Or it is just a taxing interval

Where reconciliation proceeds

To get back the finest of time.