Like a rose, you held too tight… Bleeding your fingers with its thorny might. Advertisements
You get a little more I get a little less Of the relief. I get a little more You get a little less Of the grief.
And it’s only lukewarm love we can bask in. Too hot scalds your skins. Too cold freezes your hearts.
Dear Daughter, The one that you call ‘generation gap’ is actually our ‘filter of patriarchy’. With love, Maa.
They never loved ‘Chocolate’ less, for being dark and ‘Vanilla’ more, for being white.
Little did they know, that our love, The love of two star-crossed lovers, Could beat astrology…
Daily prompt : Cling by the Daily Post I cling onto little pieces of You, with a hope that they will fill my huge voids someday.