Like a quick-sand, she sank me in black and white...
Like violent tempest, she sealed my fate with a back-bite,
Like an erupted volcano, she shook my heart....
Like an injured player, I am completely hurt;
Smash! Smash! Love is a trash!
Though I gave her, a red rose,
I rather became a blue-rose;
She is a twist in the tale of a horror flick!
My life became tamashah and I am sick,
I grow pale in the life of chapatti stale!
Life with her is thrill and drama accompanied by music!
Life without her is Titanic struggle and homesick;
Life with her is picturesque landscape and hello kin!
Life without her is Charles Moore's Plastic Ocean and dustbin;
Feel! Feel! No steel but she is my Achilles heel.
She switched on the sides and I'm done!
She is no honey bun but only a pun......
Sea of dullness clasped my heart and it swings!
She stripped my wings and it stings;
There hangs a tale with wide spread pall of gloom;
If I ponder over and linger on and brood over,
I am out of context and no doubt to the core all over,
Tsunami, natural calamity, Catastrophe, earth - quake
Are all small before my love lake and a headache,
Soon I am waiting to meet the doom!
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