Why is the world a sad place? Why is it not worth living in? Why is it that we a forced to fantasize about a magical place? Why is it that we are even existing?
Why? This is a question that does not have an answer. And we shall forever wonder why we must always wander.
But the questions We don't know the answers to Are the questions Which matter the most And something that matters Sits at our backs like a host ******* away our emotions and awareness Taking away our souls, Strangling our throat with an invisible harness, Dragging us like an animal, Away from our goals.
And so we try to make ourselves feel something that can be controlled; We bleed, we cry, we burn Or maybe we don't want to feel at all and we fill our lives with smoke and illusions Or maybe we just decide to go and end it all And never say goodbye.
It is a sickness Not to ask the question "Why?" Because since childhood, All I ever did after asking was sigh Because no one would talk No one would listen No one would speak And still my eyes would glisten, Eager to know: Why?
Why is the world so scattered? Like pieces of broken glass, We're shattered We are taught to live like this Since the time we were born We are taught to live like this Till the time our hearts are worn.
I just want to know: Why?
Why?
I want to know But since there is no answer to "Why" I can't tell, so, I would just sit back And silently cry.
I was having a normal conversation with Sky but then realised that this conversation wasn't a normal conversation, it was poetic. :) This is a collaboration with an amazing poet "Sky"