I pray someone cruel than me,
the one with divine eyes so as to see.
Nevertheless saw my grief and pain,
my soul bangs his door again and again.

He himself ploted co-ordinates and time,
to throw me down and catch me back.
He gave me hopes which never came true,
every false dream he showed just burnt to ash,
heart and feelings are his biggest sins;
they create a town where miseries clash.

Helpless soul was knocked and down on knees,
as if besieged by storms in sea.
I was shouting aloud from deep within,
in my heart, but beyond my reach, somewhere was he....


He took my 'toy' without asking me,
and then lent it to someone else.
He wanted me to wait and see,
cause a better 'toy' would've came to me.
Being unknown, " I didn't wish for something better
or less than the one I possessed."

He turned the photographs into ashes,
broke my heart into pieces.
Never revived the time though he could
left me alone in the silent wood.........


- do they really exist???????