The Indispensable
so cruel
but part of us
tonight i'm leaving
no more is heart for us
you never said
what you had to say
but dont feel fear
lets not stray
wait for the time
start to pray
before it ends
before its late
dont push pain
onto your fate
life is good
but let it not be great
you'll stop enjoying it
you'll start to hate
what you had so much of
the indispensable is about to arrive
but let it not wait
It's Kamran, the poet! The cold wind blew Ghalib's soul in you for a change? :P This indeed is good work. When I reached the following part, I couldn't help but agree...
life is good
but let it not be great
you'll stop enjoying it
you'll start to hate
what you had so much of
One should be satisfied with what one has and not crave for much. For their's no joy in craving. Happiness is in realization of the fact (with all my apologies to Emily Dickinson) that "Heaven is not always what we can not reach". You might wish to read her poem:
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
The apple on the tree,
Provided it do hopelss hang,
That "heaven" is, to me.
The color on the cruising cloud,
The interdicted ground
Behind the hill, the house behind, --
There Paradise is found!
I say, that apple might be with worms... who knows!!
Hina: Yep, it's me the poet! =) hehe. Emily's probably dreaming.. so I'll let her assume that apple's fresh and sweet without any worms :) but outside dreams, you're probably right adi!