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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.
Picture courtesy: arvin_illustration (Instagram)






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