Posted in Poetry


Loving someone was easy.
Being passionate was easier.
But, making the same mistakes over and over
Was the easiest one, probably.
And I realised,
Each time I failed to reach my goal,
I could hear the sound of humiliation.
Each time I slept with a new person,
I lost another chance of my redemption.
Each night I clutched my pillow,
I longed for someone warm.
Every second I wasted for my long lost past,
I knew that the time won’t run back.
And now I guess that,
Unless you know the pain,
Pleasure can never find you.
Unless you feel the void,
Yearning can never embrace you.
Unless you face the fear,
Courage can never lift you.
Unless you drop the tears,
Joy can never come to you.