My feelings are shallow,
yet the pain is deep;
If you were just a bad dream
why can't I go back to sleep?
Dreams stare at the empty skies,
sitting in my empty eyes;
If you were just a passing star, a falling one
Why does the sky still burn?
WHY AM I HURT????
Why this pain??
If it was just a dance in the rain,
Why are my eyes still wet?
If it was one of those ephemeral fire-fly loves of Mumbai -
now-burning-now-dying -
just a fling,
Tell me, my sweetheart, tell me
Why does my heart sting?
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While a fire-fly I might have been,
You hoped I was your sunlight, everlasting.
One mourns not the demise of the fire-fly, but the demise of the dream of the sunlight.
- The one who stopped blogging and forgot his blogger password.
is it also the one who would not say her name?
That anon was roll no 204, Mr. 205 :)
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