This year came with thousands of storms,
And went with tons of life lessons,
The lovers were not lovers,
Just bunch of some players,
Friends were not friends,
Just certain people to whom you can provide something,
Relationships weren't like the relationships one would imagine,
They were more of treacherous politics games,
I tried to run, to escape, to fight, to stand,
But in every essence I failed and fall,
But when I woke up, it was stronger than ever!
Oh life isn't a ruthless game but people make it,
Everyone isn't bad, they're good but not for you,
There're rare who are good to you even if they aren't well to others,
But keep hopes, someday you'd find your people,
Someday you'd find someone for you.
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Poetry"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...