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XVI: Who was wrong...

Who was wrong I cannot say
But often keep pondering day after day
Thoughts to which attention I shouldn't pay
But the heart simply won't be at bay

Wonder who was right, both if at all
But I lost both the game and the ball
Emotions turned huge from unimportant and small
The brain tried to stay strong and stand tall

But even as I move on, I feel the same pain
Thinking about it the mind must refrain
The brain thinks all the moments were in vain
The heart disagrees, wants to skip a beat again

The past is gone, it cannot come back
Whatever it was, something it did lack
Lot of sadness, but true happiness it did pack
No shades of grey or white, what remains is black


XVII: Black is all that remains...

Black is all that remains in the mind
Fragments, memories, anything that will bind
But the special emotions are hard to find
They're lost, they were precious, one of a kind

Today the mind is back in the same deep hole
New meaning, it struggles to find a new role
Everything is dull, hopelessness is the dole
Now only the brain can control and cajole

And still I think as I lay in my bed
Was it something that I had said
Something wrong between the lines I read
Or simply a different path I didn't wish to tread

Today the mind continues to agitate
Struggles to find peace in any state
His memories the heart doesn't want to berate
True happiness is after all the best till date


XVIII: True happiness is the ultimate need

True happiness is the ultimate need
Don't know if I did a good deed
When I let go of the most precious bead
Someone in the heart planted a seed

Can't say the feelings continue to grow
The rate of pain vanishing is slow
The storm has passed but winds continue to blow
But calmer waters make it easier to row

Not sure how long the calmness will last
The eyes will water remembering past
Any form of happiness will be overcast
New things will just need to distract fast

True happiness will never come back
That special something I'll always lack
The memories the heart will always pack
Carefully preserved, piled in a stack
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