Alexander Pope

It is a tedious task,
Shelving memories.

Becoming
What you are not meant to be.
But the world wants to see.

We sit here, clueless!
Do we even need this done?

I have been told,
They have done it already.
I can do it too,
But the motive is missing.

Alarming, is the level,
of this Fucked-up-ness.

My wishes to the humankind,
May you never face,
A situation where ,
You need to claim you have loved again.

Love is a one time affair.
About other lies,  you needn't care.

Some play Gods,
Some act cool,
In the journey called life,
Blessed indeed are the forgetful.

Optimism

I sit and introspect. 

The things I have let go. 

Innocence is what I miss the most,

I couldn't notice it leaving though. 

I don't regret what life did to me. 

Cause life happens to us all, let it be.

I can just sympathize with it,

For having had to deal with me.

I shall forgive and will try to forget,

But would stay physically detached.

You would not be thrown into oblivion,

A once in a while cup of tea, is not that bad.