Not everyone in this world has the fate to cherish the fullest form of love. Some are born, just to experience the abbreviation of it.
Days pass by somehow
But nights now are a wagon of pain
Injuries may heal with time
But marks will always remain
Restless on my comfortable bed
I toss and turn and try to sleep
But thoughts are bulking my head
And have formed a huge heap
The past is flashing its scrotching light beams
Tearing me apart, breaking me at the seams
The darkness of my life is more visible in the dark
And now I am trying to give it a voice, trying to speak my heart
True lines from someone deep down who has lost his love. :(
Read series of books in the recent past and was awe struck to the love they had to each other and it would have been such a fairy tale if destiny had not played it's evil role on their lives. With a heavy heart I pray for the souls to rest in peace and may the living souls get all the strength to play their role in the drama of Life.





