Peace
Peace
The entire world
Is running in a cycle,
The cycle of love and hate,
Tugging their hearts,
Both broken and patched,
Upon their sleeves
And a smile forced on the lips.
Majorly people talk about love,
The feeling of love,
Being in love,
How special place it is to be in.
The other half talks about
Their broken hearts,
Crying, cringing and
Drowning in their own pain
How disgusting place it is to be in.
But no one speaks of
The feeling when love ends
When the feeling of love ends,
The person no longer feels special,
When priorities change,
When there is only formalities left,
When the love turns into a habit
It is no more love.
When romance dies,
Two people are bound together
By a string, which has grown
Thicker with time and
Is quite difficult to break,
The dependency dominates.
Yet it is peaceful to be in.
At the end of the day
All we want is peace
Peace with life
There is enough chaos already.