Today’s Love Story


16/08/2011 by Siddiqui Fayesal

The lover assumed her signs
Were bereft of flaws,
But her signs were read wrong,
While the wrong added to the woe.

For, every time the lover
Said those magical words,
The feel of contempt felt; a
Clear sign of poisonous verse.

Clinging to your very soul
After every breath she took,
Was the painful truth she whispered,
Which you wrongly sought.

Piercing your heart with
The sweet serum of lust;
Killing your soul in fractions and
Devouring your trust,

Killing your passion a mouthful
At a time.
Eating out your heart, and crying
Loudest wasting a Nile.

Killing your patience
With a smirk on her face;
Waiting for the doom to come
So she’d run another race.

A winner out of me she’ll
Make, or, so you thought.
You’d be the first to die
And win all the hell she bought.

Siddiqui F

4 thoughts on “Today’s Love Story

  1. Jayesh says:

    This time I Got It… 😦

    Great Lines…

    I hope Not on Me… 😛

  2. urvi wani says:

    LOVE THIS TOO !!!!

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