Don’t cry o unfaithful
These tears are the symbol of truthfulness, don’t destroy its sanctity…
Passion,intensity,dream , happiness ,do come in another life,
This life, it’s me and her memories only….
When my lips failed to utter the intolerable pain, and heart was about to burst because of the agony, i converted my pain to ink and gave it mouth, and ….
Peace was mine…
May be so many hearts are broken because
They are hidden ,
And the pain is invisible as it is without any external scars,
And even a broken hearted one can’t understand the agony of other…
Hearts are the best containers , even though they break, they keep its contents,i. e, Love safe…
“..till death do us apart.”
Not she, but her memories fulfilled this promise….
She- “i am very strong.”
Me-“i know, otherwise how would you have broken my heart without touching it.”
My broken heart is a great treasure to me being the last souvenir of my love….