Death of My Love

Love turns blue all that's left is me and you

I am sitting in a corner filled with rage,

It is my stubborn love and dying mistress.

Flashed before my eyes the moments we have spent,

A young boy, a new bride and a room in rent.

I remember her playful mischievous Eyes,

The love, the fights and the innocent lies.

Then Came to this world a motionless baby,

Brought with him accusations and apathy.

What was left was a room full of toys,

A mute boy, a silent girl and the street noise.

Moral fights drifted to some unspoken protests,

Different rooms, different friends the unending tests.

I remembered similar was a day

I was lying alone in my bed filled with rage

It was my dying love and stubborn mistress.

 

                                                                                                              Arijit Bose.

                                                                                                                       :):