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 proceedsTo get back the finest of time.