Shayari Bazar

She lost her gripHeard a voice so familiar, she trippedOver the 1000 promises that lay on the floor1000 and 1…there’s hardly room for moreAnd everyone seems to know betterEveryone seems to understand so much…but forget herMisplace the fact that she’s well awareShe knows every line, can count every hairShe’s a master at the gameAnd losing, no matter how many times done, is always the sameWhat if for once…she’s done with the romanceThe kindnessWhat if for once…she just doesn’t want to danceAnd would prefer to just sink into the darkness that his her roomBe that one rare flower that through adversity did bloomThe rare blossom that had no need for love…no need for sunA trend in the making…a grand story is to comeFrom this porcelain masked mess The infamous damsel in distressA princess who traded in her dressAnd gave no more attention to love, but sought something lessSomething less likely to promise something moreFor she had already 1000 on the floo