They came,
And started to live there.
They cared about it like its there's.
I thought that may be its better to let them stay as they can take care of it better than me.
And I painted it with beautiful colours and craved their names.
For sometime they decorated it with some precision things.
But after a somwtime they started to break the wall , started to crash the things.
And left it.
Now there is nothing but some broken stones.
A joyless rain,
flooded all the things.
They didn't realized that ,
It was not a house but my heart.
The things were not just thing but memories...
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My Complicated Mind
PoetryMy Complicated Mind ... So it's not like a proper story but its a collection of short notes type... Hope you guys like it and relate too.... Thanks for the support Love you all ❤️ Highest ranks: 21st in loneliness{23 June 2018} And 26th in heartouc...
