Take at look at Riya writing a beautiful poetry titled - "Stories"
The way out,
Is to love.
It's to observe,
The way out of hate is to enter,
The ones that make you realize,
Somewhere you're coming closer,
To December and mistletoe,
To Sugar and Pancakes,
Strawberries and cherries.
Always coming closer,
To things we love,
The ones we don't.
But we all always walk,
That's not new but needed.
So, when you talk about destiny,
I don't really get you,
I don't get the concept of "the end",
And it never really lets you sit,
There's always a story after a partner dies,
There's always a story after a heartbreak,
Or a misunderstanding,
That we put an end to.
When they die with "an end",
They've this afterlife,
Where you paint your ways,
To a character,
Let him fall in love, again,
Let him be in love with more than one person,
Or just let him have drinks in his balcony.
There's always a story after a story ends,
That you and I ,
Maybe don't think about.
Just like that,
There's always an incident to be painted,
After you're devastated,
After you think world is made of hate,
After you breathe depression,
There's always a story to build,
To make your ending better,
Until you find a start,
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