This World, This Gathering

This World, This Gathering

This world, this gathering, this fair of light,

Hides every sorrow, keeps every wound out of sight.

In the guise of laughter, so many tears lie,

Who listens to the heart here, in silence they die.

Stars shimmer brightly, yet darkness prevails,

Faces wear smiles, but within, the light pales.

Relationships are formed, but truth is rare,

This world, this gathering, offers no solace anywhere.

Bustling with life, every street glows,

But in lonely hearts, every pain grows.

People come close, but no one stays,

This world, this gathering, fleeting in its ways.

The tales of love now rest in books,

Words of the heart lost in hidden nooks.

Here, all seem our own, yet none truly near,

This world, this gathering, a gift unclear.

Each day tells a story, each night sparks desire,

But true joy’s path seems lost in a mire.

Hearts may beat, yet feelings stay numb,

This world, this gathering, leaves all unsung.

A blanket of colorful dreams, a tradition of deceit,

Where hearts shatter, yet songs are sweet.

Every whisper here echoes of betrayal,

This world, this gathering, a poignant portrayal.

Still, this world is dear, this gathering divine,

In every pain lies a lesson, in shadows a sign.

What hides in the light, see in the dark,

This world, this gathering, ignites a spark.

So, let’s embrace this gathering, with open hearts,

Blend every sorrow, let the healing start.

Each tale here is incomplete, yet beautiful in its way,

This world, this gathering, our destiny’s display.