Part-3
The Broken Heart And The Fringes Of Poetry
Part-3
The Broken Heart And The Fringes Of Poetry
The Love of Humans Decreases With The Passage of Time...
I Don't Know The Future
Maybe Someday
You'll Meet Me
Or Maybe Somewhere
I'll Meet You.
The Meeting Is What
We Both Are Waiting For
A Lot Of Questions
And A Few Simple Answers
You May Understand
Or You May Not
Now It Doesn't Matter.
I'm Not A Writer Or A Poet
That I Can Explain To You
The Difference Between
Love And Infatuation
Maybe Someday You'll
Understand It By Yourself.
One Day You'll Realize
How It Feels When A Heart Breaks
And Tears Flow From The Eyes
Without Any Cause
And How It Feels When
Hours You Keep On Thinking
What Had Happened To Me?
Without Getting An Answer.
All Remains Is Just A
Feeling and Blessing
Live happily wherever you're
May Life give you the Love
That you can Feel and Realize
Without Tears And A Broken Heart.
It's Not About You Or Me
It's About Every Being On This Planet
It's A Learning
It Happens Just To Teach That
Matters Of Hearts Doesn't Matter
And Tears Are Just Drops Of Water.
The Heart Is Not A Glass That It Can Break
And Tears Are Not So Priceless
That You Can Waste For Any Stanger
That You Met Randomly
While Wandering Across This Planet.
Now You Would Be Thinking
Whether We'll Meet Or Not
Baby. World Is Too Large
And Time Is Too Short
Maybe I'll Meet You Here.
If There Remained
Enough Breath To Live For
Otherwise, Don't Worry
In The Heaven Above Clouds
There Is A Field
I Will Wait For You There.
...The Love Of Aliens Increases With The Passage Of Time.
Simply.
Because They Have No
'Feelings And Emotions'.
Poetry Is When An Emotion Has Found A Thought
And The Thought Has Found Words.
-Robert Frost
You Write Because You Feel The Need To Free Yourself Of Something.
-T.S. Eliot
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