So what if today we are far apart
U still reside in the hidden corner of my heart
So what if u don’t treat me as a friend any more?
I am learning to smile again; I will be successful for sure,
Whenever I miss u, I just get lost in memories of olden days
I still remember those lovely days, when in ur arms I use to lay

So easily u moved on n now u treat me as stranger
Still i tried to help u out but then u took me as a challenger
Sometimes I feel so hurt that I lock myself in room n loudly I shout
Its u who was wrong, its u who lied, n then its u who have doubts?
My poems were never to blame u, they were just my feeling’s portray
Its u who played with my feeling, then why cant I call ur fake love a betray?

Sometimes I curse my fate, because I met u, because I loved u
My feelings were true, tell me, that’s why am i in blues?
Today, i try to run away from this feeling called love.
Because a heartless person came in my life n acted like a dove,

But the bitter truth is, I am still in love with you
I still wish to spend some moments even if they r few
I cry a lot then try to find u in my tears………….
That crying never gave me pain but brought both of us near
Perhaps unconsciously I am trying to dream of that time
When world will be beautiful, I will be yours n u will be mine
You will be mine……………
You will be mine…………….
You will be mine……………
You will be mine…………….

Loneliness

Loneliness like a good, old friend
visits my house to pour wine in the evening.
And we sit together, waiting for the moon,
and for your face to sparkle in every shadow.

Tonight

Do not strike the chord of sorrow tonight!
Days burning with pain turn to ashes.
Who knows what happens tomorrow?
Last night is lost; tomorrow's frontier wiped out:
Who knows if there will be another dawn?
Life is nothing, it's only tonight!
Tonight we can be what the gods are!

Do not strike the chord of sorrow, tonight!
Do not repeat stories of sufferings now,
Do not complain, let your fate play its role,
Do not think of tomorrows, give a damn--
Shed no tears for seasons gone by,
All sighs and cries wind up their tales,
Oh, do not strike the same chord again!

The wall has grown all black, upto the circling roof.
Roads are empty, travellers all gone. Once again
My night begins to converse with its loneliness;
My visitor I feel has come once again.
Henna stains one palm, blood wets another;
One eye poisons, the other cures.

None leaves or enters my heart's lodging;
Loneliness leaves the flower of pain unwatered,
Who is there to fill the cup of its wound with color?

My visitor I feel has come once again,
Of her own will, my old friend--her name
Is Death: a friend in need, yet an enemy--
The murderess and the sweetheart!