Sometimes I wish, that love doesn't made me comeback to my home in daffodil's block everytime,

when the world made it little tougher.

Sometimes I wish, I never understood it on an unsuspecting thursday

that I never constructed a home out of love. Am I a terrible chef of affection Or a chewer of tenderness? It was always about that agony of desire, but never once the anthem of deliverance.

Sometimes I wish that I never wrote letters and tear it undoubtedly.

Sometimes I wish I should have spoken the bitter things out, since

I too deserve the taste of sweetness.

Sometimes I wish I wouldn't have slept this much to avoid the confused, screwed up thoughts.

Sometimes I wish I too have some interesting stories to tell,

but it was always that mundane silence.

Sometimes I wish to begin once again, but it never ends.

-Sardhaka
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