I tried to make sense of the things,
Weave a poetry around those stories,
Poured tears to find the reasons,
To all those unseen unpredicted tragedies.
The way one can fall in love like it's fate,
And then go ahead and fall out of it,
The cycle of storms without rainbows,
All of them became my familiar tragedies.
Going on to walk on chilled barren roads,
No hearts or hands to seek for the warmth,
Love became a distant memory,
For me everytime I remembered my story.
A dry, deserted aftermath I am,
Always wishing to have a distant warmth in life,
But cursed to never once get anything,
For all those dreams were designed tragedies.
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All My Poems Of August 2023
PoetryThe month of unpredictable rain showers and the hide and seek of sun and the clouds, the month of poetry written down for every kind of love's death and the month of my heart desiring for fairy tales... I invite you to read the poetry of my August o...
