Goodbye, Friends

Time has come to the same place from where it was started and being short of words i am writing down now against my will and my fury eyes have sea and cant recognise me you gave me the pain but i am asking you my dear are you in gain? if yes, then may god bless you now my poems are no longer beautiful please do not read them as you will not be able to recognise am i same vishal, some hours before then i am answering NO.and now never i have now no grip on my poems they have lost their lustre as only few people used to read me and if you are reading me now then o dear please wipe my tears they are flowing endlessly these days i broke someone heart and also got broken mine for whom i wrote my beautiful verses that girl is now not giving an eye to my poems are they so ugly now, worth not to be noted i know she is always correct yes, they are now valueless i hate my poems for i hate my hands though i satisfied her in a million reason hope you may get my words and one day i think your touch will alive my poems again