Who said that love is bright
Like a color pink or white
I wonder about it day and night  
When it was mine it was white
When it became ours it was pink
But now its
BLACK
Pitch black
Without a ray of pink and white

I felt so lonely
In swarm of people

"Sorry ,mom i have to go now"
Yet again he left her in pain
With the excuse of job

My heart still goes thrump at your name,
Which is very dangerous.