Change is an emotion

It all comes
It all goes
The tide comes
It never stays

What it is for me
It is not for them
What i mourn
They celebrate

Each day has it's own meaning
It's just that it keeps changing
It pinches it hurts
but the pain never recedes
The irony just stands and stares
Mocking me and all i care

Is it existential that i breathe today
Is it for me or others to say
Is it that i don't feel a thing
or is it that things don't feel
then , iam -A thing !!
What a release
A sense of freedom

But then why do i feel
Why do i breathe
Why do i care
and why hope...
I gather because you may die within
but hope lingers on
Till the last breath called life

It's just that i din't want to feel
But it's diffucult to block out
I never thought it could happen
Am i guilty of believing in what started as make believe
If yes then i better grow up
But then am still confused
am still lost
and mesmerised by that thought....of days past and months begone
which promised nothing ,
yet went on.

Quoting from somewhere

Life is bursting at the seams
I don't know why
A stitch in time saves nine
But i don't care

(i dunno how to stitch, but that makes no difference)

have wondered often
and am wondering now
I have all the answers
and solutions at hand
It's just that am too scared
For one never works and the other...should not be tried

Change is permanent

It's all coming to an end
nothing seesm to be right
no reasons in sight
things are just happening on their own
Some people do not want to change and those who do they....can't
Maybe its them or the circumstances , who's to blame??

Ego

Well they say never bring in your ego in matters of love.Try following the rule and you only make a complete fool of yourself.The alternative is not too bad.It's better to lose the battle after putting up a fight than just surrendering like a spine less nut( nut cos u r in love!)

Ne ways there are no two ways ,that in every situation , one of the two has to bow down and satisfy the other's ego.However this process is not completely unilateral; , one can always satisfy his/her alter ego, which women often transpose onto the same person , thus doubly satisfying his ego....

I sound like an agony aunt or a feminist or worse a cynic?? will write poetry quite soon