Longing Little Dove!

Longing is not how it used to be
When fantasies are no longer how they used to be
In their place are superfluous memories
Of a life that was far from exemplary
Looking back now only makes it gloomy
Mourning a life that you wished for with the makeshift roomie
The sleepless nights of wanting those keep you awake
No, it’s not work, oh c’mon, for god sake
The one that you remember, yes, the erstwhile
Serve only as a reminder of when life was worthwhile
Longing is not how it used to be
So, little dove, try harder, maybe with a glee
It was a paradox, that didn’t come with a slip of guarantee 

Go, Abscond!

I don’t know how many of you out there are looking for a sign in the universe, so here it is,

Darling, this is your life, own it, let them miss you for a while,

Let your absence be the answer to all the questions,

Go, Abscond!

Push Harder!

It’s funny how we push,
Push harder,
For all the nonsensical things in life,
Things that lead us to nowhere,
Add nothing to us,
How awfully well we realize this,
When we look back,
Laugh, cry, crib, question, & judge
Or not,
Our truths maybe different,
Our journeys maybe too,
But the thing common about our reality is
It’s pragmatic!

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