A compilation of some of my six words and He-She stories.
He played with words; she played with feelings.
He lied.
She cried.
'They' died.
He drowned in her love; she managed to swim.
He loves her,
She loved him.
Long after she was gone, introspecting his love, to figure out what went wrong; he realized he loved her too much and loved himself too less.
He had a lot of reasons to give up on her, but he stayed.
She had a lot of reasons to stay, but she left.
He gave her hope and dreams.
She left him with disappointment and nightmares.
She left him, cigarettes didn't.
He and his box of cigarettes made a great couple.
Labels are for cans, not people.
He loved her.
She loved him.
Their families didn't love that.
She made him regret opening up to her.
He wasn't a poet until she left him.
He could never make peace with sleep again. Those nightmares haunted him.
Strangers again, but with beautiful memories.
nice..well written..feelings outbursted.!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
Deleteyou haven't written these lines...you've lived em
ReplyDeleteLet's just agree to disagree there.
DeleteTry adding more humour to misery -
ReplyDeleteHe laughed again
and She began introspecting ;)
Try adding more humour to misery -
ReplyDeleteHe laughed again
and She began introspecting ;)
It's all about scars and stories. Anyway, I'll keep that in mind. Thank you.
DeleteInspiration kaha se mili aaapko....kaunsa aaisa aashiq hai.
ReplyDeleteThe thing about such tiny tales is that it's a generic thing and a lot of people can relate to it.
DeleteThe thing about such tiny tales is that it's a generic thing and a lot of people can relate to it.
DeleteHe loved her. She loved him. Their families didnt love that..well written..touchy..:)
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
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