The laughter echoes from the past, in the empty spaces of imagination,
The innocence is no longer a part of life as it promised to be,
The smile which lit up when thinking of those days is replaced by anguish,
Anguish at what could have been,
Why did life promise so much and give so little?
Why did some dreams remain dreams?
While some nightmares became reality?
Why did life falsely make us believe in the power of love?
Heart is empty,
Life purposeless,
Laughter meaningless,
Happiness alien.
Still,
Life goes on...
1 comment:
years later... when you get back and read the same poem... you will feel satisfied... The purpose of life. Recall you words "Every now and then (Mostly when I am depressed) I start wondering the purpose of life... To the illiterate, un-enlightened person (me in short), a good answer comes in one word : satisfaction."
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