Story Of "My Love"

The man deep inside me,

Once again started the conflict,

The war between his heart and his mind,

He took the phone and slid the photos of us,

I had already admonished him not to do that,

As he thinks that is so simple,

So simple as a blink of an eye,

He with his past on his lap sat,

Some clicks were just awesome,

But he kept on sliding and sliding,

Till his fingers were stopped to a deep infliction,

In a surly manner looked the pictures of the album,

The speed of his sliding suddenly dropped,

Seemed he reached his most beloved point,

The most beloved point which pains him the most,

As usual, his heart was again chopped,

The waters of the dark side started to wet the pictures of his past,

It seemed as if that point was also crying

to meet him again and replenish,

The empty tressure but Alas! The time has passed,

Every year this drama happens and I behold it still,

He carries my soul to that point

as it was her birthday the one intimate for me,

But still, I remember that dagger that drill,

Her hate still sits in my mind,

Leaving that behind I look at her every year,

But I will never be to her again,

Because Love is not a drama not that blind.