For long, we are playing a game of Squash,
On the rigid walls of our heart,
Hitting our emotions to and fro,
To an extent where pain,
Has concealed to numbness
We are in a competition of hate
And love is trailing long behind in this race…
Gone are those days, when we
Bloomed, in all seasons of our lives,
When compassion melted our souls, like
A frozen lakes exposed to first light of sun.
Probably too entangled into one another
Into inseparable knots, that once
Bound us… now suffocates…
Never thought our fate to be sealed as such,
Where the end is not a happy conclusion,
But an eternal confusion, whether to fight or flight
Or to keep playing with our emotions,
In this revengeful, never ending game of hearts…
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Thanks for reading but I feel this one is more full of hate 😊
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I can feel the confusion and frustration stemming from a relationship ending up somewhere you never thought it would be. Well written!
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I love the vivid images of the squash court and frozen lake–is it love? is it the desire or need for love? And how do we free ourselves from what bound our hearts so we can truly, freely love? Well done.
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Thanks a lot for reading 😊 and there are some important questions you ask, answer to which is often not easy
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Thanks for reading Brad 😊
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I must say, you captured my attention, .. very well expressed.
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Thanks a lot for reading 😊
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This is very much filled with frustration, anger, and underlying malice.
But it is written so well. And still, it is beautiful. Writing pain this well, is something not everyone can do.
Very well done, Rain. I felt the raw, vulnerability, and felt myself aching, having been through the same thing.
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Thanks a lot for reading and your wonderful comment. I am grateful that someone is there to relate to my pain
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very engrossing and empathetic
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Thanks for reading 😊
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Cheers
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Wow❤️😭
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Thanks for reading 😊
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My pleasure ☺️ and thank u for following me 😊
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“The inseperable knots that once bound us now separate.”
It’s a beautiful piece!
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Thanks for reading Rashi 😊
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