Don't judge her,
that her shoe is torn,
that her hair is unkempt,
that her clothes are patches of a chameleon.
Don't judge her,
for you know not,
that church-mouse that she is,
that weirdness that you see,
she, yes, her mind is a palace.

It is not that I don't love you,
it is just that am tired of trying over and over again.
And I think I should remind you that I know of your kind.
You like revisiting your casualties, right?
I have some bad news for you,
shsh, I am no longer the naive mistress.
Go find the next,
Because I have gathered my pieces and moved on.

I was walking past the supermarket,
I moved steps back and stared again.
That first glimpse was all I needed,
and all my pain went away.
You suddenly turned from a stranger to someone that,
made me have a drastic change in my body system.
How does one get to be so beautiful?
How does one even manage to glimpse at your beauty?
sanam re, tu mera sanam huwa re...
My love, I will chant your name to Krishna and Ram,
they will make you mine forever.
You have made me lose my battle,
and the next time I see you,
I will make sure you feel the same.

Did you know?
Did you hear?
Were you told?
About the love story of the sun and the moon,
And how the sun died each night just to let the moon breathe.
What has he done to prove his love?
Or were those endless nights all enough?
Talking about a future that he would work on and walking up to ***** just like any other time.
Did he prove how much he loved your pretty soul?
And that never again would he allow you to have your unborns killed?
Did he ever stop you from aborting?
Or even decline to be the father?
What has he offered that we can compare to the sun?
A bouquet of flowers?
A glass of champagne?
Or were you just a trophy girl that he used to magnify his earnings?
Did he tell you not to answer Katherine’s call, his secretary?
Or did he remind you of the Sunset Resort where he was busy ogling at other ladies on their bikinis?
What does he remind you of?
Of endless love or of being a concubine?
I tell you, I will remind you once again,
Of the story of the sun and the moon.
How the beauty of the moon was the pride of the sun,
And how much the stars shied away admiring their love…

I can write to the sky,
Let the whole world know,
How much you have shattered my illusions,
How much you have intoxicated me.
You are sunlight,
Shining with your rays.
And while the breeze wants to touch you,
I want to seek from it, to touch you gently.
Oh rekindler of joy,
Please give me refuge like that of the clouds,
Drench me like the rains,
be with me in my forever,
Oh key to my heart.

She has made memories with both,
A whole bunch of memories.
Forbidden fruits taste sweetest, they had once proclaimed.
First guy, watching the sun rise and sun set on the hills,
Intimacy of course, the cuddles,
The affection, who forgets such?
To him, she was his wife.
The lady he loved unconditionally,
The lady he could burn himself for,
the lady,
Oh the lady that made all the dreams that he had a reality.
She had assured him of endless love to the unseen future,
His belief, he believed.
Second guy, was always there for her,
Weeping her every tear,
Hugging her with all the might,
Throughout the night.
When the moon watched in envy at this Cinderella story.
Coooking for her, offering her endless kisses,
Endless affection, note affection was from both,
She was his queen.
But who could know how she played her cards?
So unnoticeable, so unseen,
It felt great to be loved,
It has always been.
But when its more than one,
It hurts within.
But who is her real lover
When both fight for her?
And while she strived to smile,
Her conscious was killing her,
She was a Christian,
Born again,
She could never do such, not in her reality,
It could be a dream,
It might not be a dream.
But why, why her?
Why couldn’t she have both?
Or would she lose both?
This love, so pure yet so complicated,
This one was a search for “fake” love.

I loved you when the sun was rising,
I still love you now when the storm is hard.
I look at you in my dreams,
and find myself alive.
One thing you have not assured me is,
if you are here to stay.
For the last time we were together,
you painted me in plain.
I told you about the tales,
the tales of my heart.
How much it gives me stories,
of you and I and us.
But why do you not assure me,
that we will still be one?
In happiness, in sadness and even
throughout my life.
Are they threatening you?
Are they blackmailing you?
Are they asking you to leave me for…?
Someone younger than I?
Someone more beautiful?
Someone more amazing?
But one thing I seek of you is a direct answer,
an answer to the question that has bugged me,
Killed my soul,
Stole my existence,
Honey, please do anything but never,
Never paint me in black.