The girl next door (#29)

The End


Some love stories aren’t written with a happy ending,
The just make up for a nice night time reading.
A tear or two might be shed by the soft hearted ,
On reading about how love from the love story departed.
The practical minds may take a line or two,
To offer as adivce to the breakup affected few.
Some one somewhere who has a mind with a creative bend;
And a heart filled with optimism, might write to it a new end.
But the writer of the story might never turn to read,
As to him The pages speak.
They recite to him the old hurt , and  how his heart was broken ;
It wasn’t words it was the past hurt he’d spoken.
To the pages in the language of ink he’d told his story ,
Which was once his favourite and how it became history.
With a bottle of champagne in one hand and pen in another,
He with dried eyes , numb heart
He let go of his pain,
And then he was born again -as the writer.
The sad ending ,
Marked his new beginning.

– © Samridhi Dutta.



I am a person with the most self contradicting personality -shy till I don't know you.quiet till you are a stranger.impulsive.dreamer. I don't talk much to express myself I would rather write,draw ,paint or sketch . Mammas girl( and proud of that). there's not anything thing fancy about me.

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