Tragic Tale

Breakup is painful ...drives you insane

I was calling out your name, but you didn’t reply

I was looking at you, but u turned away

I was catching your hand but you left mine

I was going to trip and you pushed me

My eyes were red with anger and shock

You just smiled and pointed at the clock

I saw its arm moving, when suddenly

The world where I stood started revolving

The pace was fast and I couldn't catch

I stood still, because I couldn’t match…

Time had changed ,my feelings ashamed

there was nothing new that it had gained

My love for you was always the same

I know it by now, your not to blame

My mind so very strange, Are you planning revenge?

to further break my broken heart……….

I believe you, but I still say, u lied!

my heart was working but my soul had died

At last, I thought to reveal my ache

For my beloved shadows happy sake

You replied to me!! That hit me tight

You said your feelings had changed, right?

What was love then, now difference made

still I care for you O mate ,but not

a lovers role but with a friends fate,

I still wondered if you were lying

Will I drop down, because I was flying….

I thought again and then relied,

Your words were queer ,but my heart denied

I narrated you back my tragic tale,

each word screamed, my heart for sale!

My mind so barren,so infertile

Thoughts of mine are newborn child

My heart beat so soft, and mild,

My aching soul, my mind so wild

I want to die, I cried again……

to save your life from going in vain!!

The heaven showered, sacred light

My tears cried out of fright,

Then I stood up to face you gathering all my might

Now you smiled ,and chuckled loud

Melted my heart and the cloud

Drizzled my happiness and the rain

my feelings heavy, and so was rain

I know my love for you is not lovers seek

But craving urge to have you near ,

And your separation is intolerable to bear

Loosing you is the only fear….

But thinking deep, I go meek

Are you the same ?or am I the freak

On you lies the fairy’s touch

or the omen of the devils scratch

to torture me ,then to satisfy thirst…..

Trust? I do, but I have my fear…

Curling stories of betrayal, dear

Can I buy your words, and fix

My body so sick ,so prone to fit

I yield my pen, not minds of men

Wish I could now and then…

Never mind ,I have tried my luck

but unfortunately all attempts failed

And like always after that …………

my soul alone cried and wailed

Every story, every end…..

tragic tale ………..and hard to mend..

My love a maize in the wild

Trapped inside the victims smiled

Because they knew a bird that flew

was cursed by the witches brew ………

Author's Note

ALL ABOUT BREAKUP !! HOW IS THIS ONE?