In the darkest corner of my shattered heart..

Lies the remnants of my love torn apart..

Like a hurricane, it came and it went..

Leaving behind a trail of discontent..

But I am not the only one to fail in love..

My land has witnessed many broken heart since sky above..

From the ghats of Varanasi to Western ghats..

Many historical heart breaks being taught..


From the banks of Ganges to the field of Green..

lndian love tales, ever so serene..


Right from our childhood we heard Devdas and Paro tale..

Of a love that fought against every odd, Finally prevail..

"Paro" the epitome of charm and grace..

"Devdas" a spoil rich man, with a supreme race..

Their families saw divisions, different fates..

Bound by costums and socital debates..

Paro was wedded to another, against her will..

Devdas drowned in liquor and MDMA Pills..

Paro lived her married life in a silent regret..

But her heart beat for Devdas only, her soul forever beset..

Devdas can no longer endure the Parting pain..

Finally God blessed him a Peaceful death in Paro's lane..







Partition of India also broke many heart..

A land once United, now torn apart..

In the land of Ancient punjab, where love blooms so true..

We can find A beautiful tale of Boota Singh and Zainab too..

Boota Singh, being a Sikh men and Zainab a Muslim beacon of love..

Throughout the bloodshed their yearning grew strong like two turtle doves..

They fought for their love, against all odds..

Defying traditions, they even went against the Gods..

In the face of adversity, they stood hand in hand..

As if they believe, only love can heal their wounded land..

But fate had its cruel hand in this tale of love..

An irony in sorrow state, watching all this from above..

Zainab forced to flee Pakistan with her Family in tow..

Boota Singh left behind with his heart in woe..

But destiny united their path once more..

When Boota Singh crossed the border to find what he ever longed for..

Zainab wed another..

Boota Singh left in despair..

Amidst all the sorrows, one last time Boota recited Zainab's name..

And jumped in front of A running train..







In the realm of love, I too have Lost...

You can also put me in stalemate, already shared by most..

My love story too, will echo through the ages..

A story of sacrifice and vein ultimately failed in all stages..

Let the pen meet the paper, giving voice to the pain..

Transforming my gloomy days, into the words that sustain..

With each passing generation, my tale will also be told..

A love so profound, a love that was never sold..

A love that was never sold..

A love that was never sold..


© Gagan Khurana