A WHITE & BLACK LOVE STORY

The spades are rolling over the hearts

And the dawn and dusk are passing

And still I can feel the heats of that night

Plus now I am in lonely as solitude.

Are you still remembering that night?

The night you ripped my heart

Anyhow Still I am in that dark

And there you locked me as forlorn.

I felt like I am in a desert

Where the ambiance shows tragic

I tried and I crept to find an avenue

And I found an outlet finally.

The event helps me to think 

And those thoughts which I can't blink

The upshot revealed me as a villain

Not on other's story but on mine.

I am not a normal villano

But villano as fair as horror

I didn't lie to you in any reasons

But those are as soft as pebble.

I know I am your incubo

Incubo as same as daymare.

I won't blame you for being in my life

Because, those days taught me something.

I am sorry for being in your life

But the fate of us is to meet.

We met and you got a new schurk

schurk as tough as black

The words of sorry falling on me 

But you didn't hurt me, if so

I will be the only reason for you

To be hard on me as a bitter.

I never ever thought you as a mistake 

And moreover gave a pleasant intake

Plus no way reflected for an abstain

And much over and above to retain.

AN OPEN PEN___

Hate me my dear sweetheart,

As the gift for my love.

Blame me my dear sweetheart,

As the delight for my love.

Rip me my dear sweetheart,

As the joy for my love.

I saw you not as a lover,

But more than that you can't imagine.

You can treat me as a cheat,

But the fact is I am not,

As I am not so you also not.

Not, as clear as white.

My rules made you a prisoner,

And sealed you.

Not in a chamber but in life,

Where your freedoms are forbid.

I treated you as an asset,

But you felt it as a burden.

The burden as heavy as night.

My pen is still open,

And it can spread ink widely,

But my white sheet stops capturing it.

Not because of the ink,

But since the words made it to weep.

If more it falls it turns to sweep,

As the bright in the darkness.

So my open pen stops to spit

And starts to weep with the white sheet.......

---< THE LOVE OF HATE >---

I may be old and cold

Not in age but in style.

The beauty in the nightmare 

Stares at me and asked

Why can't be you modern?

I smiled and said my love is sincere

And I can't add styles to it.

When she thought that she is a prisoner

But she is not and she don't know that.

Even then she loves me 

But the love the way in the mistake 

Which happened to her once

And she still loves me with the love

But the love of hate.

When the show has just begun,

The curtain raised to the top

And the stage was empty filled 

Nothing found but the corpse of love

Which is to be buried 

Not in the earth but in heart.

She stands on top of the corpse.

And loudly pronounced to herself that

The big mistake happened once

In her life has gone for ever.

Even she hides the feelings

But in her heart it will express out

As anger and love

But the love of hate.

The love of hate is

Neither a love nor a hate

But its a love of hate

It hurts and its a pain

Which can freeze even a vein...

I AM WRITING

My inks are getting white

Which can't spread into a plain sheet.

My mind is getting black 

Which spread into darkness.

But still I am writing.

Once I missed it intentionally 

Now I am not sure about getting

Her again to make my dreams colorful

now its in black and white.

But still I am writing.

Those feelings were destructed by me

Now I am searching for the broken parts

To reconstruct the old dreams but

I am not getting words

But still I am writing.

I am waiting for her

To come back to me

I don't know what will happen

The fate will take its way

But still I am writing.

I know i was wrong

Regrets haunting me down

Now I am searching for her 

I don't know she will move away from me

But still I am writing.

I know the words are not getting fair

Because the inks are scattering all over

The white sheet which cause to turn black

Nothing is not clear and black and white

But still I am writing.

I am writing this for her

To read those spread-ed inks.

I know she won't get clear

Because I am a cheat trapped in regrets

But still I am writing...

MY APOLOGIES TO YOU

As you are special and something

Surely once were you waited for me.

However, the time crept away

I know I made the mistake,

Nostalgia trapped me down,

I am searching for you now.

I had broken your faith upon me.

Nothing can't be undo, I know  

And now I came to you with words of apologies,

Will you forgive me???

I wish to go back to those era

Where our memories had begun

I know its not going to happen any more

Only thing you can do is to forgive me.

I am sorry for what i had done to you

Its all my mistakes, my only mistakes.

You can blame me and I am ready

At last will you forgive me???

I am regretting for the mistake

Which I had done to you

Now I am trapped inside me

Searching for your forgiveness.

I don't know about you now that

you gave your love to someone else

And i am worried about that

I hope it won't happen.

Now seriously I am loving you

No roles for fake in it.

If you forgive me

Will you love me again???

I hope you will accept my apologies.

Once again I am sorry for what i had done to you.

Will you forgive me???

However, the fate walk its way...

* AN OVER-SMART LADY *

I don't know it’s a full moon night

Or a black moon night

The day I met her for the first.

We started with a strike.

she thought she was superior

And tried to command me.

But I didn't give up

And gained what I wished for.

Later I went to her

Without an invitation.

She played nice to me

And I tried to being polite with her.

I like her but I can't love her

Because it's not a war to conquer.

I am on the path of peace,

Don't want to crack it

Because she is a peace cracker.

Many dawn and dusk moved away.

On a cloudy day or a sunny day,

Once again the fate fell on us.

We met again with a smile.

She was in green as the color of nature.

She was being nice to me

But still holds the smartness

Not over as earlier.

Again many nights were gone.

She came to my mind and searched her.

She laughed when she heard me.

She told I am crazy

Is I am crazy???

She doesn't know me more than that two days,

Even though she judged me as I am crazy.

If I am crazy,

then she is heavily over-smart.

If I am not,

then she is deeply over-smart.

Although she still thinks she is perfect

And she is on top of something.

She is smart but overflowing

I can reach her completely

but I won't turn to that way,

because she is a peace cracker.

She called me crazy but still I like her,

Expecting for another meeting

With this over-smart lady,

Not to love but to show

How crazy I am...

Expecting but not waiting

For this over-smart lady,

Because I don't have time

For a little peace cracker...