H-o-p-e. The most simple combination of letters that moulds into a word with great depths. It sits on my soul and with those dreamy eyes of mine filled with anticipation, I wish my dear life to land up on a different path, a path where I was destined to be. But these high walls of hope, come up short, as I see him lying in the arms of a beautiful stranger. The muscles inside me clench with sorrow and grief, as I can see things falling apart.
But with every new ray of sun emerges a flicker of hope out of me, that someday I'll get what I desired for. This road of hope- much more arduous than that of despair- must be painted with several stumbling blocks, but deep down I'm well aware that someday I'll be healed, loved and recovered. The road that is built in hope is more pleasant to the traveller than the road built in despair, even though they both lead to the same destination.
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Seasons of Youth
Genel KurguGreetings!! This book is going to be a compilation of the prose and poetries that I write. Most of it is something that almost everyone can relate to, specially if they've ever felt connected to someone. Music has always been an indispensable part...
