The joy of crying;
the melancholy behind unblissful happiness.
The smiles that hide the inner gloom;
the tears that surpass the spurious smile.
The sweetness of adversity;
the fear of uncertainty despite abundant affluence.
The pain of love;
the love concealed behind hatred.
The inner agitating voices in ambient silence;
the abysmal loneliness inside, amidst the crowd.
The chase for money overlooking momentary happiness;
the spending of it to buy its alter ego.
The seemingly undying thirst for fame;
the realization of its insignificance upon its saturation.
The drive to follow ideologies;
its dilutions and deviations giving in to perfunctory pleasures.
The humility upon achievement;
the pride taken in being humble.
To be limitlessly innocent in dealing with our problems;
to advise like an expert upon others'.
To run after the ones who leave us;
and to leave the ones who love us.
The expectation of self to not expect;
the slight residual expectation because we are still imperfect.
To live in the past as though there's no future;
to dream about the future looking clean through the present.
And ultimately wanting everything when you have nothing;
and valuing nothing when u have everything....
Life is full of ironies.... And the irony of ironies is that you can neither visualize them as parallel nor intersecting....
the melancholy behind unblissful happiness.
The smiles that hide the inner gloom;
the tears that surpass the spurious smile.
The sweetness of adversity;
the fear of uncertainty despite abundant affluence.
The pain of love;
the love concealed behind hatred.
The inner agitating voices in ambient silence;
the abysmal loneliness inside, amidst the crowd.
The chase for money overlooking momentary happiness;
the spending of it to buy its alter ego.
The seemingly undying thirst for fame;
the realization of its insignificance upon its saturation.
The drive to follow ideologies;
its dilutions and deviations giving in to perfunctory pleasures.
The humility upon achievement;
the pride taken in being humble.
To be limitlessly innocent in dealing with our problems;
to advise like an expert upon others'.
To run after the ones who leave us;
and to leave the ones who love us.
The expectation of self to not expect;
the slight residual expectation because we are still imperfect.
To live in the past as though there's no future;
to dream about the future looking clean through the present.
And ultimately wanting everything when you have nothing;
and valuing nothing when u have everything....
Life is full of ironies.... And the irony of ironies is that you can neither visualize them as parallel nor intersecting....
