One might die a thousand deaths,
Just to feel loved one more instance,
To feel the rush of the jitters,
Appreciate life with all its glitters,
Questions, which were blushingly asked,
Answers, which were expertly teased,
Now, are distant echoes of ghosts, haunting oneself,
Past, a mirage of beautiful memories turning to fantasy,
Future, a void filled with hate and self-pity,
One then lives inside a timeless cage,
Dreaming about being free, with their hands holding the key,
Aiming to feel things which are not felt by senses,
Feelings that cannot be explained using regular consensus,
The seed of love their heart has grown inside,
Now broken into a million pieces causing great damage,
It is no easy path to get things and normal life back,
Fret not my friend, for the seed needs the ground to break,
To grow into the tree as it is destined to become,
One’s seed of love will soon grow into something,
Which gives shadow to one’s sorrow,
Provide shade to one’s tired and tried soul.