Sunday 7 April 2019

Temporary ripples.

Sometimes, the pain gets excruciating, 
emptying the lungs off all the air, 
leaving us gasping for survival.

The heart ache so acute,
that it renders the body invalid,
crawling to get through the days.

Hope is lost, 
happiness becomes just a word, 
the world seems to be like a sinking ship. 

But, it's just a phase, rest assured,

You will breathe again,
you will get up and walk again,
you will swim to the shore, in one piece.

For life is life, 

It flows, like a river,
nothing is permanent or stagnant,
be it pain or pleasure.








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