Life is not the bed of roses; but there exists thorns.

We never know when it’s the beginning of the sorrow or when it’s the ending of happiness. But, the way we feel is always unspoken. It’s impossible to get our feeling be expressed in words. But, somewhere deep inside our heart, we have a ball of words rounded in a bubble, out of which there is no way of explanation. At that point, we realize to have someone in our life, to get our feelings be understood. We start ourselves in search of someone who is one in a MILLION. When we find that one, we have finally someone, to translate our feelings & to get them realized without any words. The story doesn’t come to an end, till we find a LOVED ONE; it just gets itself started from that point. That’s the span of life when we say, “Life is a bed of roses”. That’s the point when you never know, what the sadness is or sorrow is. But, behold! As the other side of the photograph is black, the time starts when we lose that LOVED ONE. You keep on turning the pages of the book of past, & try to remember the time you passed with the loved one you had. 

Bleeding hands, wet eyes, broken heart

Your eyes went out of color, as image of HER vanishes.  You wishes death, being coward, you are blessed with long life. Your sufferings don’t come to end. They are refreshed with the passage of time. That’s the time, when the above written line, if fully demonstrated. 

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