Heartbreak Warfare

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Romeo and Juliet is not a love Story,

Its a heart wrenching tragedy,

Sometimes this is how life turns out to be,

Minor changes you just miss, till the cracks are obvious for all to see.

Heartbreak is a myth for men, all women would say,

But oblivious to them, its the other who also have to pay,

not with money, but with silent tears,

on realisations that were hidden to the visions of countless seers.

Madness and insanity, apt words that describe,

A remedy for this; no one can prescribe,

But what happens when love dies a brutal yet slow death?

Stiffled, its last gasping breath!

Love, a word that emphasise's the connection of two souls,

Heart, that's left in the aftermath, riddled with accusations and holes,

Eyes, which see and yet can not believe the torment,

Hands, which join in prayer,in hopes to heal; to understand what was meant.

Anguish, the reward for always being understanding,

Blame, the reward of the suggestions ever made,

Despair, that hangs around the room, like a hot iron branding,

A war, that clutches ur heart, which still despairs for answers, unforthcoming.

Hope, the ever optimist raises its head after the war,

Disbelief, at the distruction ;too vast to ignore,

Afflicted by the emotions of memories of times, both good and bad,

To the newfound pain and burden, it only adds.