𝙅𝙞𝙜𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙋𝙪𝙯𝙯𝙡𝙚

Our life has become a day to day hustle and bustle, 

We have forgotten that it is a puzzle. 

Some people are the pieces that fit in perfectly fine, 

And last as long as the age old wine. 

While many others may not go along, 

Cause that's not where they belong. 

Everyone acts like a piece in someone else's life, 

Some people give heartaches and strife.

Some won't obey what you say, 

But remember their intentions might not always be to betray. 

An incomplete puzzle won't look beautiful. 

Just like a song left halfway, 

Or a book with torn pages, 

And filled with empty spaces. 

You'll add adventures and laughters , 

Few memories of disasters. 

Along with lessons you've learnt, 

And memories you've burnt. 

There will be emotions, 

On the slightest of notions. 

But hatred shouldn't be one of those, 

It will break all the calm you compose. 

It has potential for inner destruction,

And will soon become an obstruction. 

You'll be a part of someone's puzzle, 

In order to stay you must nuzzle, 

And if you can't, 

Don't rave and rant. 

You were not meant to fit in there, 

Don't despair!

The pieces will keep on increasing, 

And the space for more will keep on decreasing.

At last you'll be left with a masterpiece,

All that's left won't decease. 

Your puzzle will be different from the others'

Filled with beautiful memories and colours.