La vie

My everything I had called you

My everything was also meant to be you

Till day, I stand by it too

Tears, pain, silent sobs or loud echoing laughters

All, always rush to you

Only to you

And only you can pour emotions from a jar that so shut and empty to others.

In a world full of sparks, you’ve always been the only light I seek

And

At times, when you turn me down,

My world gets dark.

I get lost

And

The jar becomes empty and void

And

everything turns to nothingness

And my all willing soul shatters to sobbing dust.

~Aishwarya Singh

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