DYING STORIES

This story is beginning to die.
It began a while ago
and it has been sometime now.
I tried saving it,
resuscitating it,
gave it everything.
I gave it a chance, an honour, and pleasure,
I gave it love..
I gave it whatever I had.
I gave it all I could give,
And all I could lend.

It got the much needed trust,
togetherness,
And the peaceful time….

It left me,
as I am,
as I was,
as I will remain,
Broken.
Into pieces..
In this un due clutter
With a clamour to afflicted memory,
This deeply tattered soul
And an extinct feeling of trust and love…

This story has ended,
Its dead,
I add it,
To one of the dead stories………….

Tanzila