Running after the shadow of past,
We had our spat with happiness
And we knew it couldn’t last,
You just waited for me to fail,
And when I did,
You couldn’t get out from there fast.
Lies are the walls and deceit is the roof
Under which I reside,
Pain is my eternal lover,
And however strong I am
To him I always lose the fight.
I guess not having you is boon,
Or a bane you could say,
Do my sobs reach you?
When you are running from me,
Running far away?
Have I ever told you I cry?
When pain gets enough of me,
When it leaves bruises on my skin,
I want to get out from my sight,
Have I told you my heart was yours to take?
Have I ever told you I failed for your sake?
Have I told you I ache?
Have I told you I ache?
For me,
Old me,
Whom you stole,
And pretended to love,
But the love was fake,
Have I told you I ache?
Have I told you I ache?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i really feel the poem...so beautiful..