Rising breath, falling hope, palpitations are a broken rope.
Past memories naturally painful, urge me to be very very careful.
Blood is boiling with new-found energy, instinct senses something to be doubtful.
How much good makes it ‘Good’ or how much bad makes it ‘Bad,’
I cannot see.
But sure can I fathom how much damage caused by a heartbreak be.
No pain has ever been ‘Good,’ and no peace ‘Bad’
So, the peace I’m wishing for, I hope, will not make me sad.
Leave the pain behind, I say to myself.
Trying to go ahead with vagaries of life,
Gracefully as an elf.
My pain was not Love, and peace is cannot be hatred.
Its just that I cannot see what now really matters.
Ah! Return to me. Inner Peace!