The heart was gone in a instant
despite the eyes were wide open.
It just went along with a glance
not even a word was spoken.
The heart I considered as mine
started beating for someone dear.
The call of the heart was quite clear
it always wanted her to stay near.
This is when the effort started,
pleading, pleasing, pampering.
No stone was left unturned,
relentless I kept on hankering.
I wrote poems and sent mail,
no message was of any avail.
Everything I did was for love
and I was not afraid to fail.
Those mails can be deleted,
but not the words that I meant.
Everything can be denied
but not a knee that was bent.
The blush could be forsaken
but not tear streams that ran dry.
Don\'t ever wait for a roving bird
that bird will scoot away and fly.
Is there a need for evidence
of a heart that was broken,
of a love that was forgotten,
or the words that were spoken.
Everything shall fall to silence
as soon and lesser I dwell.
The mind, memory and intellect
but about the heart I can’t tell.
The mind will weave a dream
and the intellect will find a reason.
The memories will fade away too
under freshness of every season.
Everyone else is reasonable,
every resistance I can quell.
But to an affectionate heart,
I can’t, this heart I can\'t sell.