The hypothetical lies
Dwelling in a phase of yearning, I still witness the mirage trying to befool me,
Masquerading itself as hollow happiness,
Wrapped in depressing purple robes, Predestined to leave a bitter taste.
Yes!! People are right!!
Everything is predestined,
The random sequential events appearing as a coincidence,
Are in fact a preplanned course,
To which one unknowingly coins as mere luck factor,
Else can anyone even explain?
The gigantic efforts often yield minuscule benefits,
On the other hand the most tedious jobs take their desired course,
Without significant botheration.
But human hopes cling strongly expecting sweet outcomes,
Even from the most brutal and unreliable sources,
Just to keep their heart from sinking,
To maintain their false high hopes afloat,
Surrounded by sharks of uncertainty.
Breathing on an expectation of craved events,
Manifesting themselves accidentally...!!