Are we attracted to sadness?
Does it fulfil a need of longing for deepness?
Are we misunderstanding sadness for deepness?
Those doomed by it do not want it.
The last thing they want is to cling to the past.
The past is a demon on wings, fluttering forever around them.
They try to run away but it finds them.
In moments of silence.
In moments of solitude.
How i wish to kiss those lips and make the pain go away.
But even that will not change a thing.
It is a fleeting thought; that goes away;
returning us back to the reality of things.
And how they are permanent.
Beyond repairing; beyond saving.
Maybe we mistake happiness for lust.
Is lust happiness?
Can a pair of legs ever compare to smiling dimples?
Can a few moments of ecstasy take the place of walks that have words that complete us?
I yearn for your lips; but I yearn for your peace more.
Himanshu Chakravarty Sharma / मंच 