How?

How can this be friendship?
How can this be love?
How can this be anything
Not written in Heavens above?

How can there be such anger
Doused with that much lust?
How can there be magnanimous desire
In a land of adulterated rust?

How can someone contain
In their eyes the fires of hell,
And have the placid serendipity
Of Shangri-La as well?

How is it that someone
Can bring in so much color,
In a life made grey by everything
They represent,they do,they savour?

How can the infallible so easily fall,
When dependable is all they'd ever been?
How can there be such exuberance
In things that aren't supposed to have been?

How can your presence burn me up
And make me pine for more?
How can water both quench your thirst,
And leave you as parched as before?

How can I wish to hold your hand,
When my heart will never be yours?
When I know you need me right by your side,
How can I not plunge into these wars?

How could I think that fanning a spark,
Won't lead to a damn firestorm?
How can I still not wish to put it out?
After all, I know that its wrong.