Thursday, 27 February 2014

Left Not She, But The Life To Me


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