And that's how I broke her heart,
Though it's not a healthy art
Now we have our corners apart
Was it me or was it you, sweetheart?
At least we had the silly start
With all the sparkles, that did outsmart
Thought God's behind this Rosey craft.

Moon and stars
Describes ancient wars
Of me and you
In sublime arts.

Why run, when you are enjoying the auspicious pain,
Delusional is a man who thinks that Love is a game.
They’ve possessed now this contemporary business, Love
Which was once a pure glance attention, love
All the preserves are now living like prisoners. Love
Golden faces, places, and all the cases are blushing after elite personalities,
Concrete jungle ; concrete thoughts
Are now their similarities.
I’m crying,I’m wounded
Silly girl talk or mature lady walk !
which is which & who is who,
Gullible boy or gentlemen’s toy ?
Innocent love or a shattered dove
All seems same in this dingy game.
Well it was so much easier in earlier days,
Often sentiments burn like hays.
Why veil ? when you can’t much conceal.
Towards a shadow, a crying fertile meadow ?
As it’s get deeper & deeper,
You watch  yourself growing like creeper.
Wonder what kind of people they were? Who’s Love earned Love !
Because when I desired soft petals,
Came back disguised as thorny buds, A shiny postured studs.
This is now and that was then,
I’ll take leave, good luck my short term span.