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Two Broken Pieces

Nov 24, 2022
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By Kunal Grover


Day 1 I saw her, day 2 I approached her

Too much of an aura she carries, she not to be flattered

Day 3 I started judging

Day 4 and onwards I started despising

Didn’t come to my attention that she was in the hurting

My fault I see every girl happy and pleasing

Corrupted is my mind I desire relationship from every girl I start seeing

Without knowing what she wants and from life what she’s demanding

Wherever I go I fall for beauty

Beauty that comes with toxicity

The one who wasn’t flattered and behaves weirdly

She is toxic kunal, ignore her, she is out worldly

My eyes were blinded by darkness of my past experiences

Wouldn’t want to see her pains that she was actually tainted

Possessing a glamorous face she sure was tempting

Keeping secrets within she tried the art of blending

Blinded the Time being I neglected




Till we shook hands day 60, my blind folds were lifted

With her and her friends I interacted

Reality was far from what I expected

She seems like the one who had her heart broken

Guilty I feel to have judged her with my preconceived notions

They say don’t judge a book by its cover

I did and my ignorance proved I was in slumber

Day 70 and I’m enchanted by her

She wasn’t toxic, she’s in utter pain, my ego I surrender

For once I was broken too, somewhat I can relate

I’m feeling admiration for her willpower in this state

Her fierce aura is a sword, penetrated my blackened heart

My heart purified, having no regrets laying down my guard

Is it another story of Love, infatuation or lust?

If it is either one, I wish it is the first

If it is, I will have to earn her trust

Because if she is the one, the healer, she is of high worth

I cannot leave her in the dark shadows

She is a pearl meant to shine with no sorrows

Even on the darkest night, she is that star that always shimmers

What a waste it would be if I couldn’t win her

Towards the light the path is built, we can even walk it together

Because why cant two broken pieces complete each other!


By Kunal Grover





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