In Pursuit of False Hope

Let them eat and enjoy themselves and be diverted by [false] hope, for they are going to know.

Drown yourself with the delights of this ephemeral life, the alluring beauty of this world and the laughter of the moonless night. Break free from any predicament, let entertainment drive. Guilt free. Happy. It ends with tomorrow's daylight. If it makes you happy, pursue. Fear nothing else, what matters is you. You deserve to be happy, nothing else must come through. Break through yourself and start brand new. And so they said. But… As age progresses and time passes, The appeal of this world turns to ashes. The mind craves for more as it disguises The wants of the heart as it advances. The feeling of uneasiness agitates, as patience fades. No one seems to relate. Anything that disagrees, detonates. When the mind starts talking, And the heart stops beating, Anger and hate brewing, Morals receding, The soul cries, pleading, for a second chance to start believing. But it is too late… For the capital punishment of the blinded organ, It tears only out of misery, one burdened by anger. It feels no empathy as a reminder of remorse driving temper. Still it craves for every bit of happiness, demanding, “I you shall pamper.” It asks for satisfaction From this worldly delights and love relation. But nothing will be enough as the blinded heart stares into its own reflection. Pondering upon the happiness of others only with a million question.