My Pen Stops...

When I compare your eyes to a lake,

Even deeper they become.

Then describing you by a shallow lake.

At that moment my pen stops..

When I see up in the sky and look on gleaming stars ,

They remind me of your glow and then the moon with a scar..

But when I describe the warm beauty of your mark with the help of cold moon ....

At that moment my pen stops...

You remember,

The rose I brought for you,

I compared your lips with that flower..

But again when I remembered the touch of your lips..

I smiled and then same..

That rose failed to describe the softness of my Pyar(love)

And finally again with love..

My pen stops but this time the page had a scar...

I remember thai day..

She left me and said you were not good enough yar...

And again, my pen stops..

When this valentine came, and we were far apart