Recycled
Recycled Never have I seen any eyes so beautiful, The eyes that reflected pain- Pain of loosing someone close, Yet, uttering- damn! I don't care! Never have I heard words so beautiful- That says, you took a part of me with you, That's never meant to be repaired! What is that stopping you from trying again?! It's the fear! Fear of becoming vulnerable, then broken- Fear of attachments that are destined to wane, Washing away your sane- You crumble like sand- In the hands of the favourites, Well, there's no pure soul- That can love beyond the oceans, Beyond the seasons, Even the nature changes its course, Even the contexts changes, Words loses its meanings, So does your intentions, Whatever fills you with joy, Voids you from the core, Once emptied- love can't be recycled! ©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy