Ode to a fallacy called love !
A rusted lamp, half lit, bears some flame of my heart,
Yet with each blow of ruthless wind, it goes off,
Tears me apart !
Some half hearted wishes, some half truths, half trust,
Packed and wrapped in some faint smile, lifeless,
You upon me thrust !
Morning comes in with hope and joy, noon is dull and cold,
Evening is walking in with dead light, night a cheater bold,
As I got nothing to hold!
If this is love, this is the gift of longing, waiting and wanting,
This is what I get, for baring my heart and soul umpteenth,
Am better dead than living !
A rusted lamp, half lit, bears some flame of my heart,
Yet with each blow of ruthless wind, it goes off,
Tears me apart !
Some half hearted wishes, some half truths, half trust,
Packed and wrapped in some faint smile, lifeless,
You upon me thrust !
Morning comes in with hope and joy, noon is dull and cold,
Evening is walking in with dead light, night a cheater bold,
As I got nothing to hold!
If this is love, this is the gift of longing, waiting and wanting,
This is what I get, for baring my heart and soul umpteenth,
Am better dead than living !
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