Poezja

A sweetly exotic tale as I was taught life would be, it’s not
You told me how beautiful everything can be, but forgot to tell me how to ignore the evil
You kindled excitement in me about the new journey without telling me that I would be betrayed…
Claws of tradition trying to ensnare me back, I can see their rolling eyes
Looking at the sun, I can only think about the ring of fire surrounding it
Still trying to be flamboyant I have complaints
Happiness seems to meet me in disguise; I am unable to recognise my heart
Breaking all the relations, I am leaving everything behind
Becoming insane in your love I am ready to bury my old self
All I know is that only your glimpse can save me from this suffering
When both of us existed nothing happened
Now that “you” are, “I “am not
When” I “am, “you “are not
As we are one at the moment
People celebrate festivals meeting their family and friends
They spend time together; have puddings, new clothes to grace the occasion
But “your maid” just wants to touch your feet by putting her head down
You drove me mad, I am sick of this disease called love
The things which have your soulprints have become priceless for me
I have come at your doorstep, intoxicated by your memories
Again I can seek solace by meeting you in my dreams…..