Murphy's law

I see faint light

glimmering through

the hole of hope,

flickering incessantly.

I strive pretty hard 

to get back at you,

like a cuckoo popping

out every hour, reminding 

me of how eager I am at

the closed doors of your heart.

May be I shouldn't have met

you, in the first place.

Second of all, I shouldn't have 

dreamt about our children, 

our house, or anything with

you in it.

May be, you were my

favorite lesson

in my history class.

Just so you know, 

I used to hate history,

Only to eventually admire it now.

I stare at the flickering light

missing your palms 

and talk to myself 

Saying, whatever will 

happen, will happen.

And may be that's how 

I should be living.


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