Red Rose

The guy she was falling for,
didn’t love her back.
So she solved all her problems,
by dressing in black.

She hated the world,
And hated her life.
So she turned to her savior,
the sharp pointy knife.

He said not to do it!
He even said that he cared!!
He asked me why i do it?!
And i said I was scared.

Scared!!
That you would never love me as much as you loved her,
that is one thought
My mind will definitely stir.

This is a story that nobody knows
Its the story of the girl
Who never got one RED ROSE !!!

(http://nana210.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!6BA49010A330282B!1010.entry)

on remembering

Jab jaan jao to batla daina,
paas bula kay samjha daina,
ab itne mut’hammil zaat to ho,
kay paas bitha kay na utha daina,
utha kar, phir yeh bhi na kehna,
kay aj kay bad bhula daina,
yaad nidarad, ruye chashm-e-bina,
dhaikhna aisa kay ankhein chura daina,
par ab ki baar phir soch pe haawi,
ho jau agar, to jhuthla daina,
khud ko kehna, khawab hai yeh,
gaye waqt ko kia sadaa daina?

(dead link) Source (http://yana209.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-side-of-love.html)

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