Oh, dear, how have you been?
It has been weeks that we last met,
I can see that your mind is set,
I have nothing to argue, I bet.
I have a long list of our memories,
Which I will forget soon,
As forgetfulness is my God-given boon.
I could hardly recollect your jingles now.
I did break up with you on that evening,
As I realised, you would leave me in the midst,
I left you in advance, developing a brain cyst.
When I realised I shouldn’t have done so,
My brain did not stop my heart from stopping to meet you.
You said it was too late to convince.
Ah, a matter of a tweaky week was too late….
I missed you from the bottom of my heart.
Cancelled all my schedule and drove to your place to sort out.
You raged that I tortured you to the core,
You snapped your fingers at me,
You hit yourself to hurt me,
You walked out in the field away from me.
I regretted to have left you,
When you needed me
I ended up meeting you,
I pleaded, begged and requested to you to get back to me.
All you could do was,
Push me away in the same place where you held me by your hands.
I now wish my arm to have had been pincers.
That was the night I realised,
Love has got a lot to do with ego and self-respect than love itself.
Should love be romanticised!
Should the pain in love be romanticised?
While in romance, romance has pain in itself.