Misguided Desires!

The worth of love taught to us appears therapeutic,

We often dream of it, where we see all of our trouble’s descending,

That one touch, the few words which heal us all,

Then why does love have the highest cost?

Rather than comforting the soul, it buries it beneath a hundred,

Everyone dreams of a story they can cherish,

Of happiness and joy but how often does it transpire?

Heartbreaks and twinge is the truth we are dealt with.

To give your precious self into the hands of another,

Only to be slaughtered time and again,

Is it worth all the mistakes and whines?

When did we become so greedy and vain?

To want another’s heart to care for our being,

To respect the love they offer and convince with,

To hold out our hands and cope with the anguish we all live in.

But it is the crutch we now walk with,

Our hearts aches when we see the other wounded,

Good are the people then who don’t indulge in the fancies of fondness,

Because it only offers disenchantments and not really any sustenance.

How to help a heart which is broken?

What do you do with all the love you choose to give it?

How do you balance the pain and the want that lies alongside it?

How do you forget that one who seems perfect in spite of all their crimes?

How do you tell them that their scars are attractive and a delight?

How do you bring yourself to be miffed again inside?

Isn’t it better then to refrain from love and its games?

He who dares you to follow the path of heart again,

What do you do when he is the one who leaves you afar?

How do you tell them that you are scared and scarred beyond?

How do you say no when all of you screams yes,

What can you do when you see it’s beyond a mess?

To make them understand what they mean to you.

How do you make them look ahead and see you?

How do you tell them that you know their ache?

They say time heals, destiny deals the hand,

But what if you are blind to it and turn your head round time and again.

Then comes a time when you do what they want,

Because invariably they show your place in their life if at all,

This too shall pass, is the only thought that helps,

The tears pool again, only to form a river again,

Sometimes it’s your destiny to never receive the love you crave,

But then that’s life, no one tells you this when the stories begin.

All of those fairy tales are wrong,

Your prince never comes back to find you and twirl around,

Not that you need rescuing from the agony,

You only want someone to accompany in your journey.

Then all you can do, is ignore the inkling of amity,

Life is harder when you plummet in ardour without propriety,

So pick up your head and progress ahead,

The worst feeling is not to be wanted yet again,

When you offer the best of your best,

No matter who you are or what you can do,

Your destiny is not alas what you choose, so put it to rest.