a lover's confession

That day shall never go from my memory,

when I realized all of you and my dormant self too.

The experience of torture and condemnation,

has ever since smudged my days with tears.

Bitter memories flush into me,

As I recollect that droopy day,

-- to know that you are all alone, deprived of love,

Its not a great feeling, I should say—

To be asked by everyone,

"I'm sorry to hear that….what went wrong?"

It's worse than a quake,

For it ends within a blink….., nature is kind.

But not so now, torture trails behind……….

If you ask me today, I hate to say,

But its better not to love,

And even better not to be loved,

For then , there shall none to say,

"SORRY …..BUT ITS ALL OVER"