This piece I wrote as a result of a frustration of not having written anything worthwhile for a long time.


Hopeless Love

I wish there was some way
That I could tell you if how I feel
But with each passing day
This life seems more unreal.


I do not know what is to happen
I have no clue of what shall come to pass
There is no way my love shall ever dampen
Yet I do not think out love could last.


It's hard to tell what the future may bring
And the moments we have together are few
I just wish to tell you one last thing
I shall always have this hopeless love for you.




Poetry by Shayak Chakraborty
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Written on 2006-01-03 at 13:16

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"As oxygen is important to the lungs, such is hope for the meaning of life." You poem reflects and depicts a real sense of 'hopelessness" but perhaps, just perhaps, we should try and ascertain that it is not what happens to us in life that defines who we are, but how well we rise after we fall." God has never promised that there would be no storms in our lives, but he did promise to provide 'strength' to take us through the storms. It is my own personal belief that the onlytwo things God wants from us is to, "freely love him and totally trust him." God Bless, Sheirff Ali
2006-01-08