The World-Resembling Fire
Live, love, laugh
as a room on fire
with life, with love,
with
laughter.
Not even the smoke
will know what has
happened.
II
The happy ending
Live, love, laugh
The happy ending is not
the end of the story.
It is the beginning
of another story
and another after that,
and so on.
All love stories
have the
same plot:
We meet for the first time.
We fall in love,
or we don’t.
We part or we
stay together.
We are happy,
or not so happy.
We go our separate ways,
or we don’t.
Life goes on.
Or doesn’t go on,
but then it does again
in a different way
at a different time
with different people
in a different place
with different stories.
III
The Smell of it
Live, love, laugh
I was taught
when I was young.
They said it’s what you do.
But how does one
live, love
and laugh?
How does one breathe
in the smell of death?
—and not die?
How does one live,
love and
laugh?
AKSHR
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