Broken jar
Wasted dinner
In kitchen sink.
Shaken bed
Tumbled sheets
Pillows distressed.
Piles of magazines
Never been touched.
The only thing speaking
Is the TV
In the living room.
The only beats resounding
Is the flicker
On the mobile.
Mind just races
While the heart so bleeds.
Broken beyond repair
Love in despair.
Loneliness slumbers,
Unfulfilled yearnings
they are struck to.
Unforgiving hurts
they cling to.
When destiny mocks,
Trust is tossed.
Promises seems surreal,
And the heartbreak it cost.
Union of convenience breeds
As Love's labour's lost.
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Chaitali B
Member Since: 03 Aug, 2015
Now a Writer, Columnist and Blogger, previously worked with a leading media and publishing house, I love life. Where there is love, there is life. A daughter, a wife, a mother, a sister, a friend - you can tag me whatever you want to. ...
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