The absurdity

The silent evening was drowning me, in its doleful orange light &
I sat there, unable to move, reminiscing the days that had passed &
I smoked out the quite grey fumes, hoping that it would burn my heart.

Oh! & then they looked at me, those beautiful, merciless eyes.
“I am sorry”, she says, but, what is there to forgive?
Isn’t this what was supposed to happen?
She never loved me & neither did I!

Again, the emptiness brims in me in me.
Oh! The hollow emptiness of life.
She goes on jabbering and its all so futile.
My mind wanders around & I laugh on the absurdity of life.

I believed love to be so true, but, its just another dream.
The dream in the illusion of life, oh, whats real & whats a mirage?
I fall into the slumbers of uncertainty,
being eaten alive by the wolves of delusion.

I say to myself, “isn’t reality itself the perfect illusion?”
Ah! No one is living and no one is loving.
We are imbecilicly sleepwalking, through the hypnosis of life.

Amidst the babbling I hear, “But without you too, I cant live”
And I say,
“My dear, who gives a fuck whether you live or die”.