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When you Love Someone


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If you love someone,

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Should you restrict their life,

To keep them alive,

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Or should you let them live their life,

Full of joy and full of fight,

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And embrace all the risk and suffering that arrives,

And help them in the quest that arise,

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And see them suffer and see them cry,

But always be there, always by their side,

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To help their wounds heal,

and help them learn from surprise,

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which entails this beautiful journey,

And occurs just once in a while,

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And you know for sure,

you will never get out alive.

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The cost of which, this is a valid price,

Because it’s all just a ride,

it’s all just a ride,

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And it’s too short to restrict someone,

Of the places they can arrive,

The places they can arrive.

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AN ARDUOUS OBLIGATION TO LIFE

Humans made the concept of purpose,

Nature didn’t,



Then why do you seek the purpose of life,

And insist on life to have one, that you shall find,

When it even doesn’t know,

What the hell it* is,

It doesn’t have the privilege to think in the first place.



But all you do is ponder upon, on and on,

and other people may propose to you, answers unknown,

and no answer will resonates with you,

until you yourself allow it to.

But do remember always,

that humans invented the concept of purpose and that of meaning too,

of which they had the privilege to and therefore they do,

which life never had, and it won’t henceforth.


it*=purpose/meaning.


AN ARDUOUS OBLIGATION TO LIFE

A poem by,

Roger Clan


Does it matter how you live your life ?

Does it matter how you live your life,

And,

Whether you make it large or whether you make it small,

Or if you make out of it anything at all,

You can just leave it as it is if you wish so after all.

And If something goes wrong,

Death got your back and death got your bone,

And you will leave without a trace,

And you will leave without disgrace,

And will you be alert or will you be sane,

You will be like you arrived dazzled and in pain.

The evidence which remains doesn’t do any scathe,

Only very few of that gets to troll,

And rest of it rests with dust by its side,

Well if anyone survive to hear it out,

And to listen to its music and listen to its cry..

Well do not fear and do not care,

Be assured that all of them shall die,

So just smile and smile and smile,

So that you are ready to beg and you are ready to cry.

And,

then you know the answer to the question,

Does it matter how you live your life.

To all THOSE things


To all those people who felt like family,

And all those places which felt like home.

 

To all those dreams that always inspire me,

And all those ambitions that I own.

To all the fires that burn inside me,

And amongst them the passion that gets born.

To all the things that I desire,

And all the ones that I have lost.

To all the moments that we have experienced,

And the time since we were born.

And

To all those feelings we have felt,

And all those memories, that we own.

And,

To all those people who felt like family,

And all those places which felt like home.

 


An Incomplete Dedication (Poem)

To all THOSE things

by Roger Clan