Sitting
back to back
on rock of bitterness,
the tormented souls wandered
yet, misery found them in all shores.
They loved once,
a love deep
as their whole identity shaken.
Bruised dreams
left them indifferent.
Hearts sank
in foams of visions
weaved far in vein.
Contempt
for each other
Slipped somewhere
from the orbits of heavenly bliss.
"I am for me, you are for you,"
whispered in void of darkness
from the hues of farthest sky.
Shutting
doors of tenderness
by tearing petals of sincerity.
If there is sincerity of
love, no need of adjustments. If it looses, life is just like death. Now a
days, divorces are increasing.
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