Why his absence made me pale and mute? br Why his presence was so exclusive? br Why I m so dull and wan now? br Why still I wait for his Knock? br ….. br I m trapped with all questions, br My mind jiggles and seeks for a response, br But, no where I strike with my request ‘for answers’, br He has forgot me, br That what I can close with, br But... br br Time spent with him, br Remember me always, br I was packed with his stylish words, br Where he showcased me his false feeling, br And try to prove ‘my worth’, br He portrayed me to dream alike, br But… br br His ‘likely’ dreams was a fake baggage, br In which I got sleighed with time, br His fondness was the warmth of my life, br And I never thought, it will hold distress, br But... br br I was wrong, br A fond lover, br And slacked myself with his thoughts, br His abrupt departure from my life prove, br Love is a 'Thing', br Which prick and sting... br I got dwell with his Fakeness, br And it has heaved me only to discomfort... br But… br br Now, no where I indicate myself, br Target of a loosen love stream, br So I won’t cry anymore, br And slog my life after him, br But.. br br Will hold a fresh start, br To see life with a second chance...