Love was never my word.
May be for me it was abhorred.
Because I knew a girl.
And the ashes of her soul burned.
All the charm she had.
All those colours fade.
That fairytale she will never owe.
And her dying love.
Her fragile mourning heart.
She knew that story will never restart.
She wanted him not to go far away.
She wanted him to just stay.
But she knew it...whenever she falls in love,
It is pure and intense,
She knew it is fragile and unfaithful.
Every time she felt love deep inside the chambers of her heart
It came out to be a great blunder.
Every time she trusted someone it was one third...
Because she knew her love was only the sprit.
She knew it was ecstatic.
But for the world it was the take of two.
May be red, purple, green, black or blue.
But for her it was the reality of unknow.
Not a mere musical tone.
She knew her energy in the motion.
She knew her deep emotion.
She felt joy at his mere presence.
She knew it was love with pure essence.
But she never reacted nor did she reply.
Because she knew...it will be another heartbreak or may be a blunder again.
But still she felt in love without him knowing her...