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.