I have made promises,
Which I didn't deliver on.
I have been in love,
Which I couldn't feel much.
Yes! I have been the stone,
I have been the rock,
Cracking up with time,
'Cause of small endears of people.
Who have made me realise,
There is no better feeling,
Than giving love,
Even when you are hated.
There is no better way of life,
Than living without grudges,
Even when you have been hurt.
So,
I gave up to my cracks,
And became the soil,
Filling gaps of sorrow,
Unhappiness and aches
Of other people,
Trying to make them crack too.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...