Beginning had the
beauty, when love was in the air;
Time swept
steady, when all seemed unfair.
None was the
reason, my mind could read;
What was my flaw
and what was her need.
Promises were
made, which were never to be broken;
Words died
sooner, as the hatred was awoken;
Laughing was I,
in those early days;
Somewhere I knew,
it won’t find it ways.
Now all I have is
a broken heart;
Praying to the
god, for another start.
Begging for the
chance, to make it alright;
It had been
worse, but I would give it a fight.
Islands of
paradise, where we stayed together;
Danced with the
birds, on the purple feather.
Drowned to deep,
the land of our lost love;
Flew with the
wind, all the beauty of white dove.
Broken am I, with
this shocking surprise;
Need some
courage, to stand up and rise.
A place in my
heart, still a shelter of thee;
Left not she, but
the life to me.
-Karan Kapuria