Love, an illusion

A discussion between two friends in a poem written below.

Discussions led to a conclusion
Love, nowadays, is an illusion.

People pick people to throw
A recent trend seem to outgrow

Feelings and emotions have diminished
Physical need is one for which everyone is famished

Afraid to indulge in such a fascinating delusion
Acting unfaithfully in submission.

Discussion lead to a conclusion
It is better to live in seclusion.

©Kritika

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Miss my fish, my only pet

Its the natural pain within me

screaming and crying to drown in your company

so blessed I felt around you

so obessesed I was taking care of you

your soul left your body numb

my heart sank touching the bottom

hope you would have find a comfortable place afterlife

my tears are the answer as the time passes by

shall keep you within me always

can never find anyone to replace

this parting is painful

but your suffering was more hurtful

have never loved another soul so pure

your memories are only there to keep me alive for sure

love you more than anything near to me in this life Red.

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Day before yesterday, I buried my only pet my fish Mr. Red.

It Matters

You know it matters when you are face to face.

You know it matters when you actually speak.

You know it matters when you react.

You know it matters when you sense the air.

You know it matters when you feel the comfort.

It matters only when you together commit a crime and laugh out loud while abusing and hiting each other.

Friends of this kind last even if they are apart.

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