Little White Lies!

Hey Jenny,

Tell me 

How unfortunate are we?

Churning out Pasts from these very many Present".

Till we start

Looking back 

Regretting 

Or Missing those moments,

Wondering

How these are times flowing through 

Right beneath our very feet.

Seize the moment 

Live the moment they say,

But can you hold onto or 

Even pause a fraction of a second?

You know what,

This present 

Has become a past already.

Ain't it funny Jenny?

Tell me Jenny

The divine 

The books

The hearts all says

Confess with your heart

And repent your mistakes tonight,

You will be washed away in the morning rain.

Will you really be?

The albatross around your neck 

might look a chick which can't fly,

But is it really?

Does it not cover the cover up the sky

Does it not remind you of what you did 

Does it not put you in your place

Does it not keep bigger with every passing day?

You know what the irony is

The same demon becomes the trusted one

Ain't it funny Jenny?

Tell me Jenny

They say 

What you give 

You get back.

Does it not applies to love?

My love is stuck in slow motion 

Reaching out to world 

To prove its legitimacy.

Unfortunately the normal world 

Is too fast paced for it.

Is it crime to seek home 

In another person?

And why do I have to bleed crimson 

Every time I step in ?

You know what the irony is 

Love is sacrifice 

But the sacrifice asked is Love itself

Ain't it funny Jenny?