She is long gone and away by thousand miles,
But her memories are still spinning around,
Now she is holding someone else’s hand,
But she has got the same freaking smile.
Whatever she did, burns my heart,
But even in the ashes only she can be seen,
Now i hate her and never want her to be mine,
But not loving her looks impossible to me..
Agony of separation tortures me,
But she be happy, is all i need,
Tears well up in my eyes,
But i want her eyes to sparkle which are green.
Keeping her alive in memory don’t look wise,
But alas! Nothing can be done, since, it’s true
“Love never dies”…
She said “I’ll be with you forever”.
Sometimes, i wonder, how can ‘forever’ end so early?
There is a beautiful girl,
With a broken heart,
Tender and soft,
But her life is hard,
Her eyes are beautiful,
But tears are always floating in it.
She makes everyone smile,
But cruelity is in profound,
Thorough which she has been.
She has been torn between true love and deception,
Painful events are shattered in pages of her history…
She is wading through cold water of a dreary ocean,
And lets hope for her that
she will find the shore very soon…
(Dedicated to a fellow friend)
You say you love rain ,but you use umbrella to walk under it.
You say you love sun,but you seek shade.
You say you love wind, but it comes to you, you close your windows.
So that’s why I’m so scared when you say you love me….
Loneliness is the biggest disease known to mankind..
It was season of autumn,
With all my accumulated happiness,
u went away,
a big ocean of tears ,for me, left.
And the time was,
when autumn was in its gloomiest phase.
Tears fell from my eyes
But leaves, watered with them,
Never turned green.
The Mighty Sun shone so bright,
But darkness remained in my life.
Happiness which had deserted me,
And it looks,
the autumn ,
Has not gone…
I have absolute trust in my tears, so,
I am sure one day
They’ll wash away all the pains of my heart.
Because what delighted me most,
Was bizarre and insane to others,
The dreams which kept me awake,
Was idiotic, even to my father,
And Even who had promised, never to leave,
Didn’t gave a second thought while deceiving,
Now the only person with whom my feelings were shared,
Had withdrawn her love silently and was gone,
So ,now Solitude became my sole friend,
And loneliness, with her dreary face, roared.
So i took a brush,
And started painting,
Words were my colour,
And emotions ware my inkpot,
And the more i wrote,
Much was i emancipated,
And the path of my dream, which looked so vague then,
Now looked so clear.
i feel , need of no friends,and
Nothing to allevate emptiness,
Since ,The pen has became a soul-mate,
And writting brings lots of happiness…