Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Sometimes...

Sometimes it’s beautiful
It generally is
When things are best left unsaid
When it becomes a mutual truth
When the arguments end with a smile
When the defeated is actually the one who has won
Acceptance is the bliss
The ultimate source of joy
But admitting can just spoil it
It does, I’ve seen it
Admitting to self as well
Illusions in the subconscious
Playing with your own self
It’s just lovely
When confusion is no more perturbing
But a precursor to that uninvited smirk
You know it, You don’t
You don’t want to, You won’t
That’s where the truth lies
The seed of happiness
Then there is departure
And death follows
Of self, of the other in the self
And you are reborn
To write or rewrite
A new story or even a stale one

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