we were half loved people
finding home in this broken place
most of our wishes were entangled
with sorrows painted in familiar face.
some half broken promises were
still better than the bonds we had
and all the soulful connections
were just temporary illusions we made.
why do we struggle to fly
with broken pieces of our wings?
one bad day could not stop us
from chasing all our dreams.
we keep getting broken, but
our destiny isn't clumsy.
through the storms and winds
our stars will find its galaxy.
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Learning life the hardest way
PoetryHi, this is Raghvendra, 24, writing through my perspective of life. This isn't a story, just a collection of lessons that I learn in this journey. 6 months since I lost my dad to cancer, and I never got a chance to show him my love, bid him goodbye...
