Mystery

Definitely is a mystery
Because we choose it to be
Seems like a cruel play
Of time and feelings
And may be of fate too
So much of heart
Lost to dreams of night
That never become true
But who is complaining
For we’ve become slaves
To memories and lorn
The pining seems intrinsic
No matter how painful it is
Audaciously we continue
Again and again and again
Into eternity it lingers on
Never to die by its own
While it takes down many
Who’ve fallen to it’s charm
Whether anyone agrees or not
It seems to rule the world
May be it is that irony
Between hope and nostalgia
To be in forever and always
Things beyond our control
Yet, it remains an enigma
As to why we fall in love
If we’re not meant to be