• tiwari_chittosh 5w

    My heart, dilapidated by your carelessness.
    Who will give the pedagogy of this little organ to you?
    The noachian love, I pined for in this cutting edge world,
    Like that of Antony and Cleopatra, paradigm of beauty with brain.
    But my love was nothing less than what you call as white elephant or trinket,
    Which needed so much of me yet the yield of it was infinitesimal.
    I confess, I had the problem to recondite what you expected of me,
    And had lost the fortitude while understanding, moment after moment.
    You tossed shade on me for every matter happened , which wasn't in your favor.
    Thus, to block it, I threw shade back to you with the same posthaste.
    That wasn't the ruse, I'll say,
    That's how one reacts when the love, he thought doesn't show up as said.
    I may not be having the mot juste to describe what's been the problem.
    And finally, we are here, lackadaisical obscure to one other.
    Maybe, we need to have some respite before going ahead,
    To fabricate the fiduciary again for the love we had, for the life we'll have.
    This is a genial reminder, I hold no grudges against you and your conduct.
    It may expedite the time of the resolvement of this issue,
    We may again start considering each other's worth in our life.
    And that's what the life is all about, to reframe it again and again;
    Till we don't get the delectation in living with each other,
    All our life.



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    Maybe,
    we need to have some respite before going ahead,
    To fabricate the fiduciary again for the love we had, for the life we'll have.


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