There are so much to tell
so many problems
Inner struggles
Mental tortures
There are so many complaints about my life
but still I am counting my blessing

Who will write poems?
The one who loves art and literature the most.....
They'll express the beauty and happiness

The one who hates life the most....
They'll express their pain and sufferings.....

Still
My mind talks to you
Still
My heart looks at you
Still
My imagination keeps you alive
But
My deep in my soul
I knew
You showed fake love
You cheated me
You made me cry
You are no more in my life...

When you are worrying about
something
That'll remind you
about some other thing happened
your past...
your madness...
your tears...
your sufferings...

Self-respect
is that
once you are unwanted
for them
and
you never want them
in your life....

Greatest battles are with
closest people...
always....