Beautiful Tragedies

By Pragya Sadhana Neog

Poetic it is,

When one craves failure,

For it is rare and unique

To be amongst the drowning sailors.

When one goes on from saying,

"I don't want to live like this..."

To, praying to the dearest Lord,

"I don't want to live, let it all finish."

Ugliness becomes beauty

When one looks only through the eye.

Destruction consumes them swiftly,

A truth, even the blind can't deny.

Honesty, happiness, heaven,

These are dreams mortals crave.

When the thirsty throat is barren,

They say living is for the brave.

Now as the world crumbles,

Mortals hear the earth's moaning as a melody...

They romanticize all that is pain for they fear truth,

Claiming their own lives to have been beautiful tragedies.

By Pragya Sadhana Neog