These patches and holes in my mind which keeps showing in a little while,
Wander when they'll get filled?
Will they ever get filled or would they remain same?
With that forever kind of hollowness,
Which get covered for a little while and seemed full,
But at the end it's hollow and empty as always,
With same pathetic hopes of fulfillment,
With same unfulfilled desire of change,
Oh dearest patches prepare yerselves for what lays ahead,
As there'll be more of you,
I know Thee tried to open thine heart,
And it's shattered again with just one touch,
Thee break the shackles of regrets,
And here you collide with them again.
Oh dear patches, hold on you'll get there, you'll receive the love, you'll get that all you deserve.
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Poetry"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
