What's gone since he left. The desire to get up in the morning, the desire to get up first to look at the mirror, the desire to ride a bird. Apart from all this, gone is the fascination, redness of the sun, smell of flowers and mischief of eyes. Neither desires to decorate, nor mind to decorate. Neither color nor new veneer for nails. After his departure, a picture has been settled in the mind which keeps on giving unsolicited bus a tease. How is the person you have ever fallen in love with hated? Can I go too? How appropriate it is to be with a bundle of complaints throughout life. How do people cheat on promises, promises and every moment spent together? Is the punishment for breaking heart too big or for breaking trust? What is the punishment for infidelity in this life itself? We prayed only for the mercy of those who broke our hearts. Our prayers were accepted. When I see any loving couple, the mind is filled with love and pain together. I often sit in silence wondering where people go with a broken heart? Can this heart ache ever lessen? What is the ointment that is applied on a piece of trust? If you never fall in love with someone again, will life be spent? Those people who came to love with all their heart, did not bother more than the breaking of their hearts. The heart breakers moved forward and we continued to collect pieces of our broken hearts throughout the life. We saw them moving forward and applauded for their success. The world has put a head of fool on our head, but you tell me who is the fucking sensible in love?