To love is to die
One way or the other
Through pain and pangs and sorrow
Or through the bursting gust of pleasure
In the hands of the heart
To choke
To dream
To fear
To waste
To cry
To laugh
To hold a gun to the head
And stand at a mountain top
And wait…
About Me
- ankush gupta
- Wherever people act out of a prematurely fused, muddy communion, every action is conventional: every relation that such confusion leads to has its own convention, however unusual (i.e., in the ordinary sense immoral) it may be. by Ranier Maria Rilke in letters to young poet
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