Some things, the average mind,
Fails to decipher.
Like parabolas on
fingernails,
Or how ionic bonds
wither.
But then average minds,
Should not bother even
once,
To put their fragile
brains into domains,
Guarded by intellect’s canons.
Yes, life is a bitch,
And Karma is a whore.
But remember the historical
fruits,
Resilience has always
bore.
All that the world needs,
Is some old-school magic.
The fact that it no longer
believes in it,
Makes this place- sordid,
melancholic, tragic.
Hope is the one thing,
That even the thoroughly servile,
Must never give up on,
In order to feel truly alive.
Because, more often than
we think,
Things that seem too good
to be true,
Turn out to be ‘the’ real
deal,
That we must, at all
cost, pursue.
