Some times

In the wake of another conflict
of doubts, of if’s and but’s
we strive, we improvise
satisfying our guts

We fight
putting it all on stake,
we love
afresh each time, no retake

I wonder,
though I know,
the reason behind our madness,
the culprit of the show.

But love

I dunno how it started,
and I dunno where it’s gonna end.
Of love, of hatred, of a friend, a foe,
of all the things, I just want you to know…

Some feelings are best left unexplained,
some memories better not be lived again,
some reasons need not to be blamed,
and some wars should never be acclaimed.