The curtains close
After the bursting session.
Started since the day,
She was quite happy that day
And a news hustled faster,
Then the series of incompatiblity
Disordered mindset and a heart full of
So called memories
No, she cannot wait for that day
Neither she wanted to.
The day seemed to be a gooseberry
Was sweeter , yet bitter.
A shift that emerged into sorrow and happiness .
For her it was the happiest,
For others glee yet proliferation of silence..
The curtains close.
The curtain of moments adorned by ecstasy.
The curtain that hinders the peeping downstream sentiments.
The curtain renders the rays of negativity.
And then the curtain closes.
The end, The Beginning, whatever
the title doesn't matter anymore.
The series ends here any how.
Story