My life was peaceful and serene
before she entered in the scene
before she woke me from my sleep
before I met that beauty queen

But life began to play its game
to torture was its only aim
it used my heart just like a toy
then threw my heart inside its flame

Whenever life shows me her shadow
in haste I stand and try to follow
then life retreats and takes her far
and leaves my heart alone and hollow

For that this life is infamous
it finds this torture humorous
till when will life keep teasing me ?
its teasing is so merciless

Is there beyond this frowning night
a smiling day where we unite
to rub my hand upon her face
and in my arms I hold her tight

Inside her eyes I wish to sail
and to her heart I'll walk the trail
and with her touch I'll heal my wounds
and from her scent I will inhale

A heart ..a heart..what is a heart..
if ever we are torn apart ?
except a lump of dying flesh..
its sorrow has no end nor start

An eye..an eye..what is an eye..
if I cant see her face nearby ?
except a silent orb of pain
that has no purpose but to cry