We overthink. We screw up.
We feel stressed. We are intoxicated by love.

We are so engrossed
In the deep thoughts
We start sharing them with our friends who at a time feel it to be gross.

A rhubarb with the so called lover
Eventually we have to be the forgiver.

Not one but many we fall for
Leading to our own downfall

As the days pass our experience enlarge
Thinking about all of it, gives us a good laugh

Selfish this world is, so we are.
We should move on learning and leaving everything afar.

©Kritika

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