Nothing seems amusing,
Nothing fits my eyes.
Within, storms are brewing,
Yet, emptier than the skies.

Flowers if I touch, start eroding,
And yet I don't seem surprised.
Slowly getting the hang of excuses,
Wilted face behind paper thin smiles.

I don't know why I do this, it happens every time.
When emotions overload me, I seek escape between these rhymes.
The devil on my shoulder, when says, "Just one more try",
I know he's from Hell, but Hell, he might be right!

So there I go,
Down that old familiar road.
And we both know,
It never goes as it was supposed.

Sometimes, you have to touch the flame to know it burns.
For once, you have to fall in love to know it hurts.
Truth be told, hearts were never meant to stay intact,
Sometimes, the only medicine lies in that ache.


© Karthik Chyawan