On this tearful twilight, a dream I shall pulverize
For you were my unattainable desire, deceptive lies.
You were a living nightmare in disguise
Tonight I’ll burn.. dreams of you, that dribble in my eyes.
Perhaps I had made an impulsive dreadful start
When I regarded you as the goddess of my heart.
Yet holding someone else’s hand you chose to depart
Tonight I’ll burn… our past, that tears me apart.
Maybe I’m a poet and not a cheesy flirt
Maybe that’s why you chose to toss my love in the dirt.
Hope you have a happy life with that lustful pervert
Tonight I’ll burn… the torment, of my hurt.
I used to write letters for you night and day
Hoping that my love would make you stay.
Yet abandoning me, you decided to drift away
Tonight I’ll burn… those words, I didn’t get to say.
Was it a sin, if my love was true?
Perhaps that’s why you beat me black and blue.
Recalling the sufferings, you made me go through
Tonight I’ll burn… the memory, of you!
Note: When a man opens his heart to love, he also opens his arms to embrace its vulnerability. There is an old Urdu saying “In the illusion of love, I often saw her as my Goddess. I guess that illusion broke the day she said to me that Goddesses do not belong just a mere mortal.” That perhaps sums it up … It wasn’t her fault … I respect her decision & now I burn her memories as I decide to move on.