Loving you was my crime.

You punished me for life.

If humans had no emotions,

poetry wouldn't have existed.

I want to break
all the shackles
that bind my heart
to you.
I want to break free.

Take away all the hurt.  
Take away all the pain.
I want to breathe.
I  want to break free.

Love is not a poem
written on paper
that someone can tear
and throw away.

It is a spark that
once it touches
the heart,

it keeps burning
in the heart
for the entire lifetime.

Sometimes it appears
on the lips
as a smile

and

sometimes it appears
from the eyes
as tears.

When my eyes met yours,
my heart felt a unique feeling.  

Is this the feeling
that the world calls love?

It was my love
that gave you
the power to
hurt me.

तुमसे जो नज़रें मिली,
दिल को एक अनोखा एहसास हुआ|

क्या यही वो अहसास है,
जिसे प्यार कहती है ये दुनिया ?

Life is given to us,
it will be taken away.
When and how,
we won't know-
till it is our time.

A disease or disaster,

road rage or domestic violence,

war or Mother Nature's fury,  

                     or maybe
                    
                       just love.

A reminder of an ex-lover?
An unstitched wound?
An uninvited guest?
An unbearable pain?

All the unanswered questions
haunt me now day and night.

In the silence of night

wounds of the heart scream.