Today my eyes seem a lot dry,
It seems I am unable to cry,
I had spent long days crying alone,
I had spent long days crying alone,
I wait trustfully for her one
telephone.
I remember some of those days,
When my heart suffered her
flirty plays,
I still remember some of those
wakeful nights,
She slept peacefully after intentional
fights.
Sometimes I felt desolately
broken all of a sudden,
And my gifted life felt a painful
burden,
Many times I wished death as I
felt she was hurt,
But never knew that she was
only a flirt.
How idiot I was at the time,
When I thought she was mine,
But I was always wrong,
And found own self in a
heartbroken song.
Was it my fault to love a fake
heart?
Or it was she who failed in her
part?
Depressed hours had never past,
When I suppressed happy life in
a sorrow crust....
Thinking of her to return,
I cursed the God of Saturn.
But always she proved me false,
When every time I got busy
calls....
Her phone was full of illicit
messages,
And I caught her in many dark
passages,
But idiot I was to give her
chances,
In thought if she ever
changes....
No she can’t ever change,
But my heart will never take
any revenge,
From her, because my love is
true,
And she pierced my pure heart
through....
She has gone away long,
But I find myself still in
every sad song,
Though today she is not beside
me,
But me happily humming like a
bee..
Today I get scolding at home
for her,
Today I'm a spoiled brat in the
eyes of every teacher,
Did God do this any fair?
Gave the traitor his happiness
to share....
Is being good on Earth a crime?
Isn't it bad to lose virginity
in prime?
Then why she is in the sea of
happiness,
And I stand in the barren land
of sadness...
I stand with not a single tear left,
With no heart in fear of theft,
With searching eyes without any
sight,
With sun in hand but not a ray
of light....
Poet by situation
&
not by birth.
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