There are only enough sorrows
Before we start waiting for them
With our doors wide open
Getting addicted to the pain,
From the love of a lifetime
or, a very close one !
Heartaches become oxygen
We gasp for the very life
Until we get one
There is a certain type of fulfilment,
Satiety; a relief..
Like a hit of your favourite one
There was no pleasure left
In licking the old wounds
So I got myself
A new one
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Desultory Thoughts
PoetryThere are times, when you don't feel anything at all and later, feel everything at once. The following unrelated pieces of writing are about that dynamic interval. Whenever I feel like writing, I don't know what format will it be? Will it be a poem...
