Sometimes Love Is Not Enough

Letting go was never possible Holding on was too cynical a dream Life feels mystic and miserable Somewhere in between, to struggle for more holding onto a strained thread of perseverance As, perhaps, sometimes love is not enough. Time elapses along with its own course Teaches the mind a lot of perplexing moods Like drizzling rain, murmuring wind, or the sounds of silence In humility and submission for forgiveness In a monologue of hope and faith Yet, knowing the truth of the innermost soul That perhaps, sometimes love is not enough. I will say my prayer today for a defeat, For hoping for a blooming flower with its own virtue Proving the ticking clock wrong and conspiring with a selfish motive Hoping my belief will not be a hot topic of group distortion for an utter denial And, knowing , sometimes love is not enough to fill up the blanks. And I love her, as I love me, failing both perhaps. As, perhaps, sometimes love is not enough. Courtesy: A calendar registering today's date ( 9-11-2019)