All of a sudden when things fall apart,
do they really fall? or is it a break,
no matter how you portray it,
none of these can battle with your 3 am mind hues,
monochromatic life, was introduced to these dialogues of colours when ,
hopes were escalade and left your reality like bang,
why don’t the stars feel that they need to shine apart,’
why don’t the moon competes with the sun and reverse the start,
maybe it will enlighten the sn once and not beg for the reflections the,
why . doesn’t the asteroids fall in love with the sun, and burn them down in its bliss,
the warmth is important sometimes, but when you realise that the world is cold,
the comfort of the warmth fdes into discomfort
no life is what can promise a happy ending,
why didn’t the poet’s mention that happy endings are a mere compromise,
on self, love and goals sometimes,
at the verge of that deck of ship where all i see is just a vast expanse of how hopeless the world is
no island to mentally soothe you with comfort of its sight,
wreaked me in a kayak that has a hole,
leaves the ship with a hope to never see it again,
life, is this, when you leave home,
go shine, the world is yours, didn’t the teachers of the stars tell them the same?
i am sure they did but, yet they decide to compromise and let alone the sun burn,
why is it always that despite despair, not all ed sheeran songs set the benchmark for life,
And at the end it is a compromise afterall.
The Black Hearted 