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Midnight Mystry

Romance Tragedy

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Midnight Mystry

Romance Tragedy

War And Peace

War And Peace

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This is a story of a lonely girl

Her fight for this world

Where her existence was never respected

Taking her for granted, she had always been neglected


But the narrative would be incomplete without mentioning a handsome boy

In genesis he found joy

He was strong but objectified

Constantly feared, awed and vilified


Even his shadow was considered to be a bad omen

He was indeed the greatest showman

He was darker than the night’s sky

Girl, on the other hand, shined, but was a bit shy


The moment the tormented eyes met the lost ones

Everything took an about-turn

For better or for worse he no longer cared

For all the beautiful little moments they shared


And as the prejudices of people he shoved

He understood the meaning of the word ‘love’

For her, to the extent he was willing to go

With her, old, he wanted to grow


He taught world to treat her with dignity

Creating for her a new identity

The girl also found her true-self within him

A delightful love story one might think


But without difficulties and hindrances, the fairy-tale would become boring


So here’s the plot-twist which no one saw coming

Fate had cursed them from the very beginning

Destined to be apart, they never could be together

Like yin-yang, though completing, couldn’t blend with each other


They had long-lost the game they thought could be won

They didn’t realize while one was the moon, the other was the sun

By the very existence of one, the presence of other ceased

The girl and boy were none other than infamous ‘War’ and taken for granted ‘Peace’ 


As nemesis of one-other forever, they had been joined

War and peace were indeed different sides of the same coin

The essence of one was to bring the other to shame

In this tangled tale, who was the moth and who was flame?


Even now, war is fighting a never-ending battle to be with his beloved peace

Be on the same page, at the very least

Even peace is tossing and turning through infinite restless nights

Clinging on that tiny ray of hope tight


So within their own defeats, they are finding solace and ease

And this is the dreadful happy forever of war and peace…


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