Once, the bright sky with the ray of hope turned into dead grey. The cloud filled the sky enveloping the mere hope of sunshine.
I look at the sky as the shine of life in my eyes diminished and replace with the emptiness. I don’t feel like living anymore as the pain become unbearable for me.
The pain neither let me stay alive nor let me rest in the piece. My life was held with the last string of hope but the hope of mine was diminished by every passing time. The pain is getting worse making me miserable.
Log kahte hai pyar me aksar bhut dard hota hai. Par such toh yeh hai pyar dard ka dusra naam hai.
Yeh dard apko marta toh nahi hai, par zinda lash banakr chod deta hai.
Losing in my own reverie I almost ignore the constant ringing of my phone but at last, I picked it up without checki
