•Love after breakup• I see a poem standing outside my door. I ask him what brought him here. Did my broken pieces fall on him and hurt him? Or, was it my love soaked letters still lying inside my book, that formed the basal of our love. I ask him, whether it is out of love Or, curiosity to see me, how am I smiling with the dark, having loneliness by my side. (Poem in caption)

•Love after breakup• I see a poem standing outside my door. I ask him what brought him here. Did my broken pieces fall on him and hurt him? Or, was it my love soaked letters still lying inside my book, that formed the basal of our love. I ask him, whether it is out of love Or, curiosity to see me, how am I smiling with the dark, having loneliness by my side. (Poem in caption)