They say to let go, let go,
But all you do is to hold on, hold on,
Is it just you or has it become your predicament to act in such an insensitive manner,
Whenever you leave, is it the place or your presence there that you miss,
It’s all stuck in a vicious paradox, paradox of letting go and holding on,
Opening windows and closing gates that’s how it has been for me,
I don’t know how I developed this art,
Or was i born like this.
It was all in the mind, shutting doors for your “the ones”,
and opening your heart to the “unknown strangers”,
Is it just you or is it the way it was supposed to be?
Isn’t it genius how love is so much like KARMA,
You keep getting what you deserve.
You keep falling for someone who won’t fall for you,
And it happens in the same way for the other person,
Lost in this paradox of fake hopes and addictive love stories,
Losing the purpose of existence.