Hope is cruelty

Life’s a burden and hope’s cruelty

When every tomorrow is yesterday
When movable seems immovable
When dynamic is stagnant
When happening has faded
When the emptiness of present scares away the occurrences of tomorrow
When u kill time and pride,

when you see swarm people jostling around you and you don’t care about being lost, coz you got nowhere to go.

When the world seems too small to be revolving and when u are its centre, something u have been for decades and shall be for centuries. Yes when the world is stagnant around u.

When u are in da middle of a desert and u know da nearby pond is a mirage and da cactus u are chewing is poisonous. yet the pond has remained there in ur eyes for decades, days and even nights, quenching your thirst. When u have more poison than the cactus.

The beautiful life just doesn’t seem to worsen. When the night sky is a moment and so is da day.when u feel to be the air around, the sand beneath, the sky above and the fake God inside.

When the sanctity of peace is inviolabe. When hope and fear have been long dead. When joy and war are greek. when anger and honour have withered.

When u have never been idle nor busy,

when u are neither alive nor dead

when u have had ur last beer

It is then when u need the end to set u free.

May be faded

And when he’s written it all
He wishes he could write

After years of pain, anger, suffering, hatred, agony...
Its vellications of joy and happiness he longs for

After countless stares, its plastic smiles he longs for
After decades of solitude, its delusions of love, he longs for
After centuries of insanity, its imperfection, he longs for
After infinities of silence, its frailty of words, he longs for
After burials of pens, its da resurrection of dat barless prison he longs for
After an era of darkness, its da obstruction of day he longs for
After a lifetime of strength, its human weakness, he longs for

He’s had his share of truths, its fake promises he longs for
No more eternal dreams, its feeble memories he longs for

His canvas, still, plain white,(may be faded),yet, its da darkness of red he longs for