• ishrat_zaman 44w

    On the broken tablet
    Of the heart, expectations
    Wailed, wailed with the pain
    Of having no souvenirs
    Left, but the name of the
    Beloved engraved on every
    Nook and edge of the shards.
    And the shimmering
    Memories haunting
    More than the
    Unfaithfulness of
    My beloved, each
    Second I try not to
    Miss the sweetness
    Of past yet I get more
    Dragged into the labyrinth
    Of those beautiful lies.