There is purpose in being morose
It’s not as shallow as it’s made out to be.
The ones who see no point in melancholy
Are the most deluded of us all.
Failures in seeing beyond the hunky-dory
They try to heap the blame on
Doorsteps drenched in salt.
Those anchored by pain will hold ground
Sweep the world under their lashes
And wash it clean within their closed eyes.
It’s an intimacy with the universe
The happy will never know.
Let me remember how to live
Before the end of tonight
Let me be what I can never be
In a crowd
Let me see new, hear new and feel new
My home, the silence and the peace
Let my heart stay young
And beat its most
Tonight I shall want to make discoveries
Tonight I shall want to take memories
Tonight I shall want to
Tell myself, “I love you…”
He screamed when we all did
His hands went up in air
To mark the moment
He ran around in circles
Joyous, his face…
Replay done, the next ball bowled
And he wondered why we had screamed.
Why we were happy…