The Game called Love
Tossing and Turning
On the bed covered with rose petals
But all of them acted as thorns
For the thought of you not picking up the call
Rode me out of my mind
Rehearsing and Preparing
For what and what not to say
To just strike a balance of humour and closure
But all that did was left fissures in my heart
For memories took me right back to the past
Stuck in there now,
The times when life was easy but not complicated
For complicated were the days and nights to follow
Filled with turmoil and just a grim aroma of life
Making memories irrespective of good and bad in rife
Buzzes my alarm now
To remind me that it's morning
A morning that holds something new
Something more than yesterday could offer
So brace for impact before you plunge in this game called love....
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