By: Abishake Koul

It’s just an illusion, my friend
Even the pain isn’t real at times
Love begets love is propaganda
And Romeo didn’t die
Only the dumb know such stuff
Some who can’t speak
And some who don’t say it enough
Or say it out loud
The aftershave will work soon
As will the promise that was broken
The story still needs a few sad parts
The ones that will get to be famous
And our favorites when we travel in time