The sorrow of being let down
by your own self
bound with undying passion
but with negative pessimism
the ultimate password for eventuality.
The love of being surreptitiously loved
with the past-
to make both the purloined hearts
closer for sometime.. - too hard
though closer to an eventuality.
The taste of being defeated
too sour..
to depart from one's oneself from himself
too sweet..
to get quicker
to the never predicted eventuality.
~Swarup
