Essence
Treachery
In love, me has went by such a phase,
That hate has started brewing even on Love's name.
I did not have even iota of doubt,
That your steps will falter from path,
And eyes would spray venom.
In love, me has passed through such a phase,
That hate has started brewing even on Love's name.
Oh treacherous ! may your heart break.
May you cry & repent on broken heart,
And I curse you to sit with evening of gloom.
In love, me has went by such a phase,
That hate has started brewing even on Love's name.
Mind it, my dear! Me will not weep even.
Being detached I can kick your shadow even,
Here also, the wax has turned stone.
And I am fully aware about the outcome.
In love, me has passed through such a phase,
That hate has started brewing even on Love's name.
I cannot think that pink can turn into pale,
Gentle sweet air can turn into dirty gale.
And this could be the treacherous end of sweet beginning.
In love, me has went by such a phase,
That hate has started brewing even on Love's name.
