The madness was over,the conversations had ended.
My beautiful flight of love had landed.
All the rays of hope and love were gone,
and all the strength to wait was gone.
The other side was unaware of my feelings,and I,of the other side.
My heart was hurt,my love was lost,but it refused to die.
I was travelling the same road which my dear one was travelling,
and we were still together with hearts apart and seperating.
There was nothing but a wall of glass between us,
which could not be seen but only felt.
Joys and smiles were lost somewhere,
and what we wanted was neither known to us,nor found anywhere.
The arrival of night broke my heart even more,
beacause no book,no song and nothing could comfort the heart which was stole. Silently and patiently I waited for my heart aches to die,
my silence those days was my loudest cry.
Days were passing,hopes were ending.
The broken heart still beated and the soul was mending.
The lost love was not found but a hidden care was seen,
which finally comforted me and was enough for me.
When someone loves two people,he tends to choose the second one.
coz if the love for first was true,he would not have fallen for an other one! His love for me was not a lie,despite of the fact that he was the king of lies, as an unheard feeling after being sepereted was still present,which refused to die.
He could not be forgotten,he could not be hated.
He was the king of lies but had a golden heart.
He could only be left aside as he was a strong king,
but the procession of leaving,I could never start.
I m living,I m a survivor.
I was and am strong enough to live on my own.
But the only thing which shatters the heart,
was if he stood beside,our life could have bloomed.
-Aiman